The wet and heavy clouds blocked the sun and began to thunder. Luna was talking to Neville about something her father had written. The boy next to Rebecca would look at her drawings once in a while but did not speak. "What do you think, Becca?" asked Neville, taking her away from a daydream. "About what?" She replied, half-listening. "Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived! Luna says he defeated You-Know-Who last year." The boy responded for her, "How would she know about this? Becca was raised by muggles." Neville raised his eyebrow, "How did you know? We've never heard about her before." The boy replied, "It's obvious, isn't it? Where else would she have been if not with the other Malfoys?" They argued for about a half hour before the boy won. "I'm Nicholas, by the way. Nicholas Green." "Nice name." She replied, he then made his hair turn from brown to green, and back again. Luna's eyes widened, "You're a- what's the word... metamorphagus!" Nicholas smiled, "Yea, but it's not a big deal." "Whadidshusay, Fred?" Becca had not seen her before, but a girl with bright orange hair was asleep in the corner, hidden by some luggage. "Uhm-" She began, but the girl interrupted, "Oh, hello. I'm Ginny." Neville introduced the two as quickly as possible, so he could resume speaking to Luna. Rain pattered against the window once the sun had come down. Becca decided it had been a long day, and closed her eyes.
