(Welp, this is probably gonna suck, but here it is anyways! My first fanfic! Also, shoutouts to @Pockets Of Sunshine and @IdinaMenzelSuperFan for encouraging me to start this in the first place. I wouldn’t have if you guys didn’t tell me to. Ilysm, guys!) (And yes, I’ll be giving shoutouts with each chapter) (I am gonna put my OC’s character description in the comments, if you guys are even interested in reading this)
“Why do we have to go on a train? What if we get trainsick? Can’t we apparate like that man did? Or use brooms? Who will we sit with? The conductor? Who's the conductor? Will we sit with your friends? Where are your friends? Do you have friends or did you make them up? If you made them up, why? And why would anyone not want to be your friend? Will I make friends if you don't have friends?” I could tell how annoying my questions were, but I couldn’t help myself. I have so many questions. The Wizarding World is so new to me, almost nothing makes sense.
"I swear, Beatrix, one more question and I'll leave you behind." Summer warned as she boarded. "Okay, fine." I grumbled as they looked for a compartment to sit in.
We found an empty compartment and sat down. "Now to answer your questions." Summer began.
"We have to go on a train because it's the fastest and easiest way, since muggle-borns can't use brooms yet and 90% of the students are too young to apparate, and you can't apparate into Hogwarts anyways. You won't get trainsick if you don't eat too much candy, which we totally will. We can sit with anyone we want, the conductor or my friends, but you'd probably scare them all with your questions. I don't know where my friends are, we'll look for them later. Yes, I do have friends, though I don’t like all of them that much. And why would anyone not want to be your friend?”
I smiled. Now, before you jump to conclusions, me and Summer aren’t related. We live in the same orphanage. Skyreach Home for Children. All I know about my past is that my parents gave me the name Beatrix Atwood. You can go ahead and laugh, I know it’s a stupid name. Everyone in Skyreach is weird in one way or another. But the kids targeted me and Summer the most. So we started looking out to each other. In the end, we had the last laugh. We’re going to Hogwarts while they’re stuck at boring old Stonewall (yes, I totally just stole that name, but I don’t care).
We just sat there in silence for a while. Summer brought out a book and began reading. I brought out my sketch pad and stared at the blank pages, trying to think of what to draw. “Stop tugging your hair.” Summer instructed, not looking up. I hadn’t even noticed I was doing it. Then I decided just to draw a random person, since my people were sloppy and I needed practice. I drew a boy of around 7 with messy hair, shining eyes and a mischievous grin, with his two top teeth missing.
I stopped and stared at the picture. Why did he look so familiar? Like an old memory I couldn’t quite place my finger on. Summer noticed my drawing and gave a startled yelp. I looked at her curiously. “Who is this, Summer? Do you know him?”
She was saved from answering when one of her friends showed up. “Summer!” The girl squealed, engulfing her in a hug. “Hi, Paisley.” Summer said sheepishly. “How are you?”
“I’m good! How are you? Oh, you need to come with me right now, has a new cat and Reed has an owl and they’re adorable!” The girl said excitedly, not even stopping to breathe, dragging Summer out of the compartment. I was now alone. For like 20 seconds. “Anything from the trolley, dear?” The trolley witch hobbled in front of me. I got several pumpkin pasties, licorice wands, and chocolate frogs. Up ‘til now, I had no idea what these were, but they were amazing. I left to look for someone to make friends with, but I was barely out of the compartment when a kid crashed into me and sent us both tumbling to the floor.
“Sorry, so sorry.” He gasped, getting up. He held out his hand to help me up. I took it and got to my feet. “Err, thanks. May I ask why you were running so fast?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I was looking for my sister. I dunno where she is.”
“Want me to help?”
“Er, no thanks.”
“I got nothing better to do, it’s okay. How does she look like?”
“Um, I dunno. Like me.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know.”
“I’ve never met her. I’m supposed to meet her now.”
“Oh. What’s your name?”
“Caleb.”
“What’s your sister’s name?”
He locked eyes with me. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were, if you get what I mean. They seemed to shine slightly, a faint glow of mischief dancing in them. I couldn’t put my finger on where I’d seen them before. He answered just a second after I remembered.
“Beatrix. Beatrix Atwood.”
