2010
I step onto the train, blushing furiously. I walk down he hall, lined with compartments. I don't have any english friends, so I have no where to sit. I slip into an empty compartment. I stand on one of the seats, to put my bag up, and nearly fall off in surprise, when I see two blue eyes blink at me.
"Oh!" I gasp, as I brush myself off. The eyes are actually attached to a face, which is attached to the body of a girl.
"Hello I'm Daisy Wells." She smiles at me, but I can feel her sizing me up, as she jumps down as if it where the most normal thing in the world to be hiding in a bag rack.
"Hello." I smile at her, cautiously, "What were you doing up there?"
"I was hiding from my brother, Bertie." She sniffs at me, "He's in Slytherin. But just because he's a Slytherin, does not mean he is evil." She gives me a defiant glare, before settling down into a seat with a sigh.
"What's a Slytherin? Is it a club?" I ask, carefully, unsure of what she is talking about.
"Don't you know what a Slytherin is?" She sounds surprised, and once again, I feel stupid as I am reminded of how Not- English I am.
"No." I try not to feel ashamed.
"Oh. That's perfectly alright, i don't know how to spell cinnamon, but that's never held me back. A Slytherin is one of the houses at Hogwarts."
"Oh. Are there others?" I smile, thinking how peculiar, yet nice this strange girl is.
"Yes." She seemed pleased to be able to explain it to someone, "There are four. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. They each value different qualities. You get sorted by this large, talking hat, called the sorting hat."
"What do you mean 'qualities'?" I ask, curious.
"Well, Slytherin value determined people, Gryffindor value brave people, Hufflepuff value loyal people, and Ravenclaw value wise people."
"Huh. Slytherin doesn't sound evil." I mutter.
"No, but that's stereotypes for you." She grins.
As I smile, the compartment door opens, and a boy and a girl stand there.
"Hello." Said the boy. He had dark skin, which I shouldn't notice, but did, and a charming smile. "my name is George Mukherjee."
The girl scowled, before muttering, "My names Lavinia." She had heavy set features, dark hair and eyes, but pale skin, which was made to look even paler by her dark hair.
"Can we sit here?" Inquired the boy named George.
"Yes." said Daisy, looking at the boy with a peculiar expression.
They sit down, George across form Daisy, and Lavinia next to him. I am next to Daisy.
We talk about ourselves for a while, and i discover that George is from London, and has an older brother in the same year as Daisy's, at which the two exchanged looks, which i could not decipher. George was very good at saying hardly anything, and yet communicating everything. Lavinia is from somewhere called 'Sussex'. She had an idiot father who was dating a women, who's name she didn't mention, but simply referred to as 'She-Devil'. Her mother was an idiot as well, but for no apparent reason. Daisy explained she was from Sussex as well, and she had a dog named 'Toast Dog' and she lived in a big old house in the middle of nowhere. They all looked at me expectantly.
'Oh, well my name is Hazel Wong. I have two sisters." I couldn't be bothered to explain my complex family to them, "I have a cat named Peanut and I'm from Hong-Kong." In retrospect the Hong-Kong bit should have come first.
