I came to the cars for passengers, wandered down the aisle, looking for a compartment to sit in. I soon come to an empty one in the middle of the third car. I slid open the door and stepped in, calling my pixie, Finae, over to my side. I closed the door with a snap, making sure that she was within the compartment. There was a knock at the compartment door, and she flitted down to hide in my uniform pocket. “Yes?” I asked, startled a bit at being interrupted after having just sat down.
“Could we sit here?” a boy with dark, messy hair asked, poking his head inside.
I glanced around and shrugged delicately. “Sure.”
He stepped in, lugging a small trunk with him. Two others followed, one redhead and a girl with bushy brown hair. After hefting their luggage up to the overhead compartments, they settled in, the boys across from me and the girl to my left.
“Are you new here? I don’t think we've met,” the girl stated assertively.
“I’m new,” I replied simply, unwilling to say more.
“I’m Hermione,” she said, offering a hand.
“I’m Carithney,” I responded, accepting the handshake.
“Harry,” the dark haired boy introduced himself when I glanced over. After another handshake, only the red head remained.
“I’m Ron Weasley,” he said.
“Nice to meet all of you,” I said politely.
“If you need anything, feel free to ask,” Hermione offered.
I nodded. “I might, thanks.” I felt Finae squirm in my pocket and slid a hand in for her to rest on, to comfort her. In the temporary silence, I turned my head to the window as the train began to pull away from the station. My stomach knotted. Though I wouldn't admit it, I was nervous for this. I wished that Ollie was here.
“So,” Hermione began to break the silence. “Are you transferring to Hogwarts from another school.”
I hesitated, not sure how much I should say.