Poison on her lips

Chapter 1

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Estelle was running faster than she thought she had ever ran in her whole life. With barely a care to murmur any apologies, she darted through the crowds, pushing any muggles aside carelessly in order to reach the platform. Who cared what a few muggles thought of your manners when the threat of missing your train was very much real?

She knew she looked like a lunatic. With her trunk in her hand and black hair ruffled by the wind, she was the picture of eccentricity - highlighted by the blush spreading across her freckled cheeks after having run for what felt like hours.

Finally, she reached the platform, tiredly pushing through the wall between 9 and 10 and being met by the one person she didn't want to see that day.
"Black," She greeted solemnly as she pulled her trunk further up towards the scarlet red train. The boy in question's eyes lit up with a smirk, as he gazed upon the disgruntled girl. With his trunk already on the train, he cruised effortlessly next to her as he ran his fingers through his long hair.
"Poisonwood. Say, did you mean to come dressed as a homeless person today or did that just come naturally?" Being used to this, the girl scowled, finally pushing her trunk into the arms of the person loading the train.
"No actually, I decided I'd come dressed as you today, seeing as you crave the attention your parents so obviously aren't giving you." For a second, Sirius looked taken aback, the slack of his jaw opening a little before he regained his composure and managed to reply.
"Oh that was a good one Wood, did you pick it up from one of your little family dinners?"

Estelle sighed heavily and continued walking, determined to find a compartment before she lost her temper and swung for the boy. He was unbearable: egotistical and rude, and she had no idea how he was so popular. Admittedly, he had gotten a little more attractive over the holidays, not that she'd ever tell anyone she thought so. His long Black hair seemed even more voluminous and shiny, and his grey eyes more piercing. Originally, she'd had nothing against the boy - in first year she even thought they could have been friends. After all, they'd both come from Slytherin prominent families, and were facing the same struggles, but after a couple weeks of her trying to bond with him, it was obvious Black was allergic to sharing the spotlight.

She guessed that Sirius had stopped following her halfway through the train, off to go and prance around with his pathetic friends no doubt.
'That was unfair,' she thought. One of them wasn't too bad. Lupin - despite stupid for making such close friends with Black - was a decent fellow, she'd spoken to him a few times during Herbology, when she'd been partnered with him. He spoke little, but that was a common theme for him - especially when his friends were torturing the Slytherin boy they all had such a hated for, Snape - or Snivellus as they called him. He never joined in, but he never intervened either. She'd call it cowardly if she cared enough.

'Not that I can talk' Estelle thought, sticking her foot out as a second year slytherin bustled past her. You had to keep them in check see, otherwise they get too big for their boots - especially the second years. She kept this in mind as she smirked at the flustered boy, who scowled at her as he scrambled up to his feet, his robe, (which was far too big for him by the way,) billowing as he ran in the opposite direction. Oops.

Finally, she found an empty compartment. Mind you, it wasn't originally empty, but after a threatening glare to some of the first years inside, it quickly cleared up. Estelle sighed deeply and took a seat by the window, lifting her feet up onto the booth opposite. Leaning her head back, she shut her eyes, trying to cleanse herself of the holidays and her family home. Despite other people's 'knowledge,' things at home weren't perfect for Estelle, they hadn't been since she'd first been sorted into Gryffindor her first year of hogwarts. Things had been different back then. She was so innocent, and so naive. Part of her missed it, and the other half wished to erase the whole of first year from her memory.