Chapter 2
Bev was waiting for the train to start moving when she heard the door to the compartment open. She slammed her sketchbook shut and looked up at the people that had walked in.
One was a taller girl with straight light blonde hair, she wore a white dress that looked like it had never been wore before. In Bev's mind she was obviously a pureblood.
But she thought that about the boy that walked in with the blonde girl. He was shorter than the blonde by less than a centimeter, with jet black curly hair and looked like an aristocrat with his sharp features at what she assumed was eleven.
"May we sit her, please? Everywhere else is quite full. If it's a bother I'm sure we can find somewhere else though." The blonde girl spoke softly. Her voice was soft and airy, it sounded an awful lot like a dream.
"You can sit, I don't own the compartment." Bev rolled her eyes, trying to hide how the blonde's voice and beauty had affected her. She was not going to catch feelings for someone at Hogwarts.
"Thank you." The boy that looked more like a perfect statue than a human spoke next. His voice was nice, Bev supposed, with the slightest French accent. But not as nice as the pretty blonde girl's.
Bev moved her feet off the bench in case someone wanted to sit next to her. She spun her ring around her finger, unsure of what to say now. She eventually decided that maybe she should bring up houses or something.
"What house do you want to be in?" Bev eventually blurted out. She was honestly curious, she knew her father wanted her to be a ravenclaw like him while her mum would love her either way. It's not like Bartemius loved Bev in the first place.
"Slytherin." Both the obviously pureblood children stated at the same time. Bev fake smiled and eventually reached her hand over to shake the boy's. Her chipped black nails stood out on his pale skin. "I'm Bev, it's lovely to meet you."
"Regulus Arcturus Black." Regulus introduced himself, shaking Bev's hand. He knew he shouldn't, he didn't know of any purebloods named Bev that his parents would approve of him being friends with. "Just Bev?"
The blonde girl had asked the question. She was curious about Bev. The girl was pretty, maybe a bit odd from her outburst question.
Bev hesitated before speaking again. "Beverly Eleanor Barretta-Crouch." She introduced herself with her full name the way Regulus had. "What's your name, Blondie?" She slightly smiled, not able to decide if she liked or hated the blonde for making her smile a bit.
"Evelyn Adele Rosier." Evie didn't know why Bev's smile made her feel something odd but it was a good kind of odd. "And if we're going for nicknames, I'm Evie." She smiled a little brighter and Bev started wondering if her lips were as soft as they looked.
Bev knew this was wrong, her father would kill her for thinking of kissing a girl. She didn't want to die but no guy had made her feel the way Evie was making her feel. She was snapped out of her head by Regulus. "I suppose you can call me Reg, it's the least stupid nickname my brother gave me."
Bev could tell that even if he was going to deny it Regulus cared about his brother. She was an only child so she didn't quite understand the sibling situations but she could tell Regulus cared.