Midnight Thoughts

ENTRY 2

   Wow,

   I almost want to throw away that first entry now.

   I'm on the train.

   The. Train. The bloody Hogwarts Express!

   Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron took me this year, said Uncle Harry had some work to do. And Grandma Dro wasn't up for it. She told me to write every week. I don't mind. Really, Aunt Hermione is a lot like what everyone says Dad was like. And Uncle Ron is kind of like Uncle Fred, or what he used to be. I've never met anyone like my mum.

   Why do I go off topic so much?

   Anyway. I'm writing this on the train. Nobody's come into my compartment yet. I'm kind of nervous about it. I mean, Uncle Harry and Dad both met their lifelong best friends when they walked into their compartments. And another thing is, well, not to sound big-headed, but I'm really famous in the wizarding world. As the son of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. You know, war heroes who.. tragically.. perished. In the war.

   I'm not going to be sad on my first day. Nope. Not a single chance.

   Oh, wait.

   Someone's coming in!

   I'll keep writing and act nonchalant, like I'm not so nervous I have sweaty hands.

   It's.. a girl. .

   I let her in with a smile. I didn't want her to think I'm rude.

   She's pretty. She's got deep, dark blue eyes and ice-blonde hair done in loose, wavy curls.. She's about an inch shorter than me, and she's skinny. Very skinny.

   She's.. taking a book out of her bag.

   Hmm.

   She's hesitating...

   FIVE HOURS LATER

   Bloody hell, will you look at that (sorry, Grandma Dro, but really, I'm writing it in my diary, I don't think it really matters so.. I'll shut up)?

   I've just made TWO friends! Two!

   Oh, right. Sorry, I cut off kind of abruptly earlier, didn't I?

   This is what happened after:

   She stopped in her tracks and looked at me, head tilted to the side slightly. "Aren't you Teddy Lupin? Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks' son?"

   I, of course, panicked slightly on the inside. I mean, first person to walk in, and the first thing she asks is who my parents are. How would you feel?

   I cooled my friendly expression as much as I could without frowning. "Yes. And, if you're going to start that bull about Dad being a 'half-breed' and Mum being 'unnatural'--"

   She cut me off with a mortified expression. "No, no, of course not! I only asked because.. Well, Professor Lupin was, er, in the Order with my parents. Victoire Weasley, nice to meet you," she said, extending her hand for a handshake. I went bright red. Oops.

   I shook her hand and said, "Er, I'm, uh, really sorry. Just-- just forget what I said, will you?"

   She smiled. She had dimples. "Of course," she said. "You didn't mean that."

   I grinned right back at her. "Nope, I didn't. Hey, d'you reckon you can get your dad to lend me a dragon?"

   She smirked, playing along. "Well, I could, but Dad's sure to send you a full grown Hungarian Horntail or something."

   We exchanged glances and burst out laughing. And then. right in the middle of our mirth-fest, a boy with dark brunette hair came in. "Oh, er, c-can I sit here? Everywhere else is full, I'm, er, sorry if I'm interrupting anything-- Err, I'll go now," he said, turning towards the compartment door.

   "No, no, no, stop! You can sit here, with us. It's perfectly alright. We just didn't say anything 'cause you were going on and on, so, uh, yeah, come on in," I finished.

   He grinned, and I noticed that his teeth were whiter than Grandma's dinner plates. Hey, don't judge. I just notice things easily, especially facial features and the like since, you know, mine aren't really... permanent, if you get my drift.

   LUPIN! GO BACK TO THE STORY, YOU IDIOT!

   I really need to let my alter ego take over more.

   So then he came in, and sat down with us. There was a.. hmm.. how do I say this?-- EXTREMELY awkward silence. I mean, we all just looked at each other, slightly dazed, like, Now what?

   I, as an awkwardness intolerant person, had to break the ice. I pulled out some Toblerone bars (Muggle chocolate is actually pretty good) and unwrapped one. "Chocolate, anyone?"

   Victoire looked at me gratefully. I guess she was also awkwardness intolerant but wasn't one to speak up about it. "Yeah, thanks," she said, taking one of the bars. The other boy took one too. That's when I remembered: I hadn't caught his name.

   "Hey, by the way, what's your name?" asked Victoire and I at the same time. We sounded like what I imagine the Weasley twins to have talked like. We smirked at each other and turned back to the boy.

   "N-Nate RIley. Er, what about you? And you," he asked looking at me and Victoire.

   "Teddy Lupin. Yes, My dad was Remus Lupin, and yes, my mum was a Metamorphmagus, and also yes, I'm a Metamorphmagus too." I left out the part about my half-lycanthropy; t'was something Grandma and Uncle Harry somehow managed to keep secret for my sake, so I wasn't going to be the one to spill.

   Nate was looking at me in awe. "WHOA. C-can you shift your hair colour?" he asked.

   I smirked. And also turned my hair turquoise blue. His eyes were the size of plates. I grinned. Seemingly having no words to describe me, he turned to Victoire. "Er-- and who are you?" he asked. Victoire smiled at him sweetly. "Victoire Weasley."

   He went pale. "Of all the bloody compartments I could've asked for... I had to choose the war hero hangout?" he mumbled. Me and Victoire tried to stifle our laughter. "Seriously, mate, it's alright. And we aren't war heroes; our parents were." I said. Victoire shot a sharp glance at me, but didn't say anything.

   I'm writing this while the two of them have gone to get stuff from the trolley witch. Oh, look, they're coming back. Got to go!

   Giddily yours,

   T. Lupin