The Hogwarts ExpressShe found an empty seat and sat down. It was hard for her since she didn't know anyone and all the students she saw were either 2nd years or riding back for their last year of learning. She was going to cry, she missed her mom and even her little brat of a brother, Hugo. Suddenly she felt a tap. She whizzed around and slammed into a young girl, or, to tell the truth, they were the same age. She had black wavy hair and bright blue eyes.
"Umm..." the girl rubbed her head and gave a weak smile and said "uh..hi! I'm Tessa."
"Hi, I'm Rose, nice to meet you... are you a first year?"
"Yeah! Can I take a seat?" but without waiting for an answer, she plopped down. Rose wasn't sure what to say to that, but she smiled. It was a start, right?
While the girl, Tessa, popped Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans into her mouth, Rose looked out the window. There wasn't that much to see, so she grabbed the curtains and swung them over. She decided it was time to start a conversation. He heart pumped up and down so loud, she was sort of surprised that Tessa didn't seem to hear it. She kept on eating and reading the Quibbler.
"The Quibbler? My mom used to know a girl who's father was the editor of the Quibbler!" Rose, delighted to see a topic starter, said.
"Cool..." She continued her gaze on the magazine.
Rose tried again, "Are you good at Quidditch?"
"I don't know..."
"Are you an only child?"
Tessa turned to lock eyes with Rose.
So she was interested in siblings?
"No, I've got a spoiled brother, his name is Hugo." Rose tried a new stradegy. She called I.A.B.C. Ignorance And Being Casual.
"Oh, do you like the Holyhead Harpies?" Tessa suddenly exclaimed so that the kids passing by stared.
Now it was Rose's turn to ignore.
Tessa frowned. "I thought you liked Quidditch. Maybe not...I'll just go back to my magazine so you can get annoyed..." She spat out.
Okay, so maybe this wasn't working out, right? But it doesn't ever last forever! Rose sighed deeply, only to get an angry stare from Tessa, who pushed a strand of dark hair out of her face. Rose pushed her red lock out of her's, hoping that Tessa would see the steam coming out of her ears.
"You're as much of a git as Hugo!" Rose felt like crying, so she did.
They came out in little streams, like the ones she saw when she was camping with her dad. Or party streamers, drooping, because the tape was falling off. She shook her head, but she cried worse. Her face turned a light shade of red and her eyes were shiny, like polished marbles. And her heart felt like it was being twisted, or rather. snapped in two. She leaned down and cried. "That's it" she thought, "just cry myself to sleep.