kairigirl said:
Try adding alot more detail, especially on the wand buying and such.
Yeah, I know, it's just the fact it's about hogwarts more than diagon alley etc.
kairigirl said:
And don't forget they're British, which means they must speak British...*doesn't speak Britishly* <_<
I wish I knew what you meant by that... pass the jelly -Gets a jar of jam- xP
Ok, I've added detail this time - so it's on your head that it's so long XP!! J/k...
Chapter 4: Aboard the Hogwarts Express.
“Come ON!” yelled dad.
I opened my eyes, blinking in the sunlight, “Wha’?” I asked, wondering why dad had got me up so early, “Oh, yeah, school.” I muttered, drowsily.
I got out of bed and fell promptly off my bunk, “Urgh,” I mooched into the bathroom to have a shower and get dressed.
Ten minutes later I was downstairs, picking at my breakfast with Katie sat in front of me.
“Kate…” I said, but she turned away, standing up and walking into the garden. I sighed, standing up also and throwing away my breakfast.
“Put your coat on, Cloe,” said Dad, “It’s time to go. Katie is going next door while we’re out. She doesn’t want to come.”
My heart dropped with a bump, and sadness crept over me. “’kay, dad,” I said, getting my thick, yellow coat and slinging it on, covering my head with the hood, “Be there in a sec”. I walked out into the garden, walking up behind Katie.
“I hear you’re not coming to King’s Cross.” I said.
She shook her head, turning her tear-stained face towards me. She put her hands at the back of her neck and undid the catch of her necklace, pulling it off and throwing it into my hands, “I don’t want this anymore,” she said, “goodbye, sis,” she walked past, running out the gate, and going next door. I fastened the necklace around my neck. It looked rather strange; I had two on, both identical. When we turned 5 grandma had got us a necklace each, both amethyst and matching, we’d never taken them off … until now. By the time I walked indoors my face was also tearstained, I got in the car and we began the 3 hour drive to London. As I left I saw Katie. She was sat in the shadows, watching us go, and as we went, she buried her face in her hands.
“Wow,” said Dad, after I finished telling him all about Diagon Alley half an hour later, “it sound’s fascinating, I wonder what Hogwarts will be like. You promise to write a lot, don’t you?”
“Of course,” I said, smiling, and stroking Popper, who was fast asleep in the breast pocket of my shirt.
“So,” said dad, looking across at me, “how much have you read of your books? Learnt anything yet?”
I smiled, “I’ve read a bit of each, and I’ve learnt I have a lot to learn!” I laughed.
Dad laughed, but I could see he was worried, “You know that if you want to come back … you can send a letter and we’ll meet you at King’s Cross?”
I nodded.
“Good,” said Dad, turning into the station.
Dad got out of the car and got a trolley to put my school stuff on. He unloaded the boot, and loaded the stuff onto the trolley. I started pushing into the station and looked at the platform numbers; 9 … 10 … where was 9 ¾?
“Dad,” I said, “have they made a mistake?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied, leaning against the solid metal barrier, dividing the platforms, “maybe they meant-” he started, then he disappeared, falling backwards through the barrier.
“Dad!” I exclaimed, holding on tight to my trolley and tapping the wall, my hand went straight through. I pushed my trolley into it, and the trolley and I both went through. I burst through the other side onto a platform. A sign overhead told me this was Platform 9 ¾, home to the Hogwarts Express.
“Dad!” I exclaimed running over, pulling my heavy trolley with me.
“Whew, I thought I was going mad!” he exclaimed, “Hop on the train now and find a compartment, then come back out and say goodbye!” he smiled.
I grabbed my trolley, gave my owl and cat to a man, loading owls and other pets into the train.
I picked up my bags, and staggered onto the train, looking for an empty compartment. Inside one was a lonely looking boy, I poked my head inside, “Hey,” I said, gesturing at the seat in front of him, “is this seat taken?”
He shook his head, “Nope, help yourself.”
The boy looked around my age, with a mop of shocking black hair. He was pretty pudgy with a cheeky grin, and blue eyes.
I put my bags in the luggage rack and sat down, holding out my hand for him to shake, “I’m Chloe Stampore,” I said, smiling.
“I’m Louis Kashiwagi,” he said, shaking my hand vigorously, “pleased to meet you, Chloe,”
“You too,” I smiled, “back in a minute!” I ran out of the compartment and down the train, hopping off and giving my dad a hug and a kiss.
“Now,” he said, holding me at arm’s length and examining me, making me feel like I was being X-Rayed, “Promise me, you’ll stay out of trouble, study hard, be good, and write loads. Oh, and don’t cause trouble.”
“Dad,” I said, rolling my eyes to the heavens, “if I promised you that, all the fun would be taken out! Here, I’ll promise you these; I’ll study hard and write loads. I can’t promise the rest as I would have wasted my money on stink bombs in that case.” I grinned, and poked my tongue out, “I’ll be pretty good,” I said, kissing his cheek and running onto the train and back into my compartment, “actually! No I won’t be good!” I yelled out of the window, grinning. Dad grinned back, and waved. I waved back, before flopping in my chair.
“Louis, no family to say goodbye to?” I asked
“Nope,” he said, “my family are away, so I just stayed with a friend, who dropped me off then disappeared!” he rolled his eyes, “Great friend, he is. Then again, he’s a muggle, can’t expect much.”
“Muggle?”
“Non-magic folk,” Louis looked at me, suspiciously, “not heard of muggles?”
“No,” I said, “I’m new to magic.”
“Muggle-born?”
“Yeah,” I shook my head, “my twin isn’t magic though.”
He looked taken aback, “That’s unusual, I assume you are different?”
“No, we’re identical.”
“I bet she’s pretty then,” he winked, “brown hair, blue eyes that seem to twinkle.”
I blushed, “Don’t!” I said, pushing him slightly.
He laughed.
“Want anything off the trolley, dears?” said a voice. I looked out of the compartment in time to see a stout lady pushing a tea trolley.
”Mm! Yes!” said Louis, “We’ll take two packets of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, four chocolate frogs, and a couple of everything else!”
I blinked at him, and he grinned, “Well,” he said, “you being muggle-born, you won’t have tried this stuff!”
“Doesn’t it cost a lot, though?” I asked.
“Yep, but I don’t mind. You’ll just have to buy me a big Christmas present.”
I laughed, “I won’t even be here for Christmas!” I exclaimed.
“Why not?”
“I have to go home, and spend the time with my family.” I sighed.
“Oh,”
“What?”
“Just … I was looking forward to Christmas with a friend,” he smiled.
“Maybe you could spend Christmas with us…”
“Really?”
“Maybe … you never know with dad…”
“That would be great!” he exclaimed, happily.
A couple of hours later there were footsteps outside and a girl, with flowing red hair and steely grey eyes, ran in, her witch’s cloak flowing behind her.
“You WIMP!” came a voice from behind her, and three girls burst in, both brandishing wands. Louis and I looked at each other, then at the girl, then at the other girls.
“I don’t want to get in trouble on my first day!” exclaimed the girl, her wand in her hand.
“More like you don’t want to have a full-body-bind put on you,” said one of the other girls, stood in the doorway, “
Petrificus Totalus!” she exclaimed. The girl’s arms and legs snapped to her side and she fell, with a resounding thump, to the floor. Louis and I stood up, our wands out.
“Leave this compartment!” said Louis.
“Why should I?” said the girl, she was obviously the leader.
“Because I said so!” Louis pushed them and they toppled back and out of the compartment, “Do you have your books on you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, reaching for the luggage rack and grabbed the bag with books in. I found curses and counter-curses and then found the counter-curse for the body-bind curse.
I passed the book to Louis, and he cast the spell. Immediately the girl stood up and brushed herself down.
“Thanks!” she said, holding out her hand to Louis, “I’m Holly,”
Louis took her hand, and shook it, “Your spell work sure is good! I’ve tried a couple of spells, but they’ve all worked out badly. Maybe it’s because I’m part-blood, mum’s a muggle-born, dad’s a half-blood, I shouldn’t even be here! Nor should muggle-borns, we’re unworthy,” she panted for breath.
I looked sideways at Louis and caught his eye, he gave me a ‘What on earth?’ look before looking back at Holly.
“What type of blood are you two?” she demanded.
“I’m a pure-blood,” said Louis, slowly.
“Muggle-born,” I said, quietly.
Holly looked taken aback, “Oh,” she said, “pity…”
“What’s a pity?” I snapped.
“Well,” she said, “you won’t last long here…”
I glared at her, “But anyway,” she held out her hand for me to shake, “what’s your name?”
“Chloe,” I said, shortly, taking her hand bad temperedly.
“Fascinating…” she said, in a bored voice. She sat down by the door, “Don’t mind if I stay here do you huns?”
I blinked, “Eh, no…” I said, then received a ‘What??’ look from Louis, who promptly backed me up.
“Not at all, we were pretty lonely. I mean, muggle-borns and pure-bloods always are…” he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
“Quite,” said Holly, earning a glare from Louis, “so, what do you guys like to do in spare time?” she asked, pointedly looking at Louis, who raised an eyebrow.
“Hang out and stuff,”
“What type of stuff?” she asked.
“Stuff, stuff,” he said, laughing.
“And how about you, Cloe?”
I blinked, having been addressed using the name Katie called me, “Umm… I skateboard and things.”
“Skateboard?” said Louis.
“Yes! It’s fun … I used to do it all the time with Ka - ” but I broke off, unable to continue, thinking about Katie was too painful, “But that’s not important…” I said.
“Ok…” said Holly, looking at me with a puzzled expression.
The train rumbled along and soon we found ourselves getting into our school clothes.
“Look! Chloe, look!” exclaimed an excited Louis, pointing out of the window. A castle was coming into view, it’s many turrets shining, and light pouring out of the windows.
“Is that – ?” I started.
“ – Hogwarts?” finished Holly, staring at it.
“Yep,” said Louis, “I’ve seen pictures of it before. Looks better for real though.”
Soon the train was pulling into the station and there was a mad bustle of people, grabbing suitcases, sweets and other belongings as they tried to avoid being crushed by the frantic kids, pushing their way along to look at the castle that either they were looking forward to seeing, or that that they wanted to get back to. A couple wore badges, saying ‘P’ for prefect or ‘HB’ for head boy, after seeing the head boy, I was thinking the HB probably stood for huge bighead.
“Where’s Pudding?” I exclaimed.
”Pudding?” asked Louis, his eye brow raised again.
“My owl!”
“Oh,” he blinked, then pointing into the corner of the luggage hold, where a cage had the words ‘Chloe Stamford’ stuck to it.
“Thanks!” I said, running across and grabbing my owl. Louis, Holly and I got off the train and walked along the platform, leaving our luggage in a pile, which would go to our dormitories as soon as we were sorted.
“Firs’ years this way! Firs’ years!” said a voice, I looked down the platform and gasped, a giant man was stood, his hands the size of dustbin lids. I looked a Louis.
“He’s Ruebus Hagrid!” he said, looking up in awe, “He’s the gamekeeper! I’ve heard about him … he got expelled for petrifying muggle-borns fifty years ago, but got his name cleared a while ago!”
“And yet they let him work here?” said Holly, aghast.
“He got his name cleared, Hol,” said Louis.
“C’mon,” I said, pushing my way through the throngs and towards Hagrid.
