Something new
I open my eyes to a blinding light. The rattling of the train bringing me to consciousness as I blink my groginess away and stare out of the window into the forbidden forest, the sounds of high pitched screams and a dog barking ring in the back of my head, reminding me of the forests terror.
I turn away from the window to shield my eyes from the blazing light and let out a haggard sigh, reaching over to the other seat to grab my cloak and pull it around my neck, clipping the silver buckle together. I study the gleaming green, admiring the smooth, almost scale-like pattern before sliding the wooden door open and make my way down to end of the cart. Fathers face pops into my head causing me to grimace, he delivered a perticulary boring lecture, day after day, this summer about how I shouldn’t allow my focus to falter from my studies and let Potter get under my skin. I don’t believe that boy takes up much space in my mind at all thank you very much. What is there to get lost in? Those disgusting green eyes? The black mop on top of his head? I think not.
Just as I enter the next cart, with my mind elsewhere, the next thing I know I’m colliding with what felt like a wall. I look down to see a boy on his knees at my feet, clearly i did not just walk into a wall.
“Watch where your going next time” I snarl at him, I mean honestly, I’m surrounded by idiots at this stupid school. The boy stands up with a glare, a glare I know all too well,
“Ah Potter, don’t tell me you’ve lost your glasses? Or are you just so arrogant you don’t care wether you cause problems for others, ever the bumbling fool I see” Potter goes to reply, shooting a look of absolute venom at me.
“Harry what’s going on, why did you stop?” A feminine voice called out from behind him.
“Yeah mate, we need to find somewhere to sit soon, I don’t know about you but I don’t fancy standing around, holding our bags the entire train ride” and that clearly seemed to put Potter back on track as he simply looked away from me and focused on getting past, not without a shoulder barge of course, the tosser.
Hm.
That was odd, Potter’s certainly never been the silent type. I felt a strange, uncomfortable twange in my chest at the lack of comeback. Perhaps I’ve simply gotten used to squabbling with him.
What the hell am I thinking. This is brilliant! No annoying nasely voice to fill up my head! Now I can go back to focusing on my studies and becoming the best wizard ever known, even better then Dumbledore himself. Now what can father complain about?
With a skip in my step, I approached the bathroom feeling like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Oh how unprepared I was.