Chapter One Hogwarts Express PoV: Emerie - Third Person NOT EDITED \ PROOF-READ YET! No-one seemed to notice Emerie as she slid into a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. But that was okay; she had enough of being notice the previous year. Emerie sat down quietly, taking in her surroundings. Across from her sat Dean Thomas, who was reading the Daily Prophet, and Seamus Finnigan, who seemed to be in some sort of day-dream. Next to her was Neville Longbottom and some Hufflepuff- Penny Cooper or Copper?- both seemed to be in a deep and undisturbed conversation. As Emerie sat in the shadows, Dean noticed her. His eyes widened and he stared for a long moment, but then he jerked his gaze away and awkwardly cleared his throat. Neville and Penny's conversation came to a halt, and they both gazed at Dean expectantly. Seamus gave Dean a glance, looking slightly angry- probably since Dean had interrupted his daze. Emerie, however, sighed quietly, looking anywhere but at the people in the compartment, trying to take her mind off things. She heard the rustle of papers and glanced back at Dean; he had lifted up the Daily Prophet with one hand, his other hand balled up in a fist. "I can't believe Harry's spreading lies," Dean said angrily, frowning. Emerie resisted the urge to laugh. She never really talked to the famous Harry Potter, though she was close to Hermoine Granger, who would always ramble on about the boy-who-lived and his redheaded sidekick, Ron Weasley. From everything she heard about Harry, she knew he would never tell a lie. But apparently Dean thought otherwise. "Lemme see," Seamus yawned, snatching the paper out of Dean's hand. Dean took no notice. "I don't get it- what does he want, more attention? Doesn't he get enough, he being the boy-who-lived an' all that?" He fumed, face scarlet-red tinted with anger. "Well, maybe he's telling the truth, Dean," Penny said in a kind, light-hearted voice, though she frowned, "You shouldn't always believe the gossip that's told." Dean snorted. "Well I believe the Daily Prophet- at least it doesn't come out of some bloody maze with a dead body!" He thrust his clenched fist onto the seat, as if to indicate a punch, "You should believe it too, Penny! It's only right." Penny's frown grew deeper. "Don't tell me what to do. I can decide for myself what I believe and what I don't believe." Emerie admired Penny's independence, and she smiled at the Hufflepuff, but the girl took no notice. Emerie glanced at Seamus and Neville, wondering why they hadn't taken part in the conversation; but, of course, they were looking at *her*. Dean and Penny followed their gaze, and Penny hid a gasp by pretending to cough. Emerie put on her best smile, but that only seemed to spook her fellow fifth years. "Maybe you shouldn't take what is, but take what isn't," Emerie said in her soft voice, but the words seemed to only confuse herself. Neville squeaked, and looked away, as if trying to hide himself. Emerie opened her mouth to apologize to him- Maybe she had scared him?- but the Hogwarts Express was rolling to a stop. Emerie stood up, about to grab her bags, but she quickly realized that she didn't have any, as they had already been brought to the castle on her mother's request. Emerie looked at her compartment-mates and forced another eery smile. "See you during the Sorting." Penny Copper is 's! This is a really uneventful chapter, but it is going to help establish a relationship between the people in the compartment x3 Also, it'll help bring up Emerie's name in the next chapter but let's not get ahead of ourselves. So I *was* born in Europe (*Ahem*, England) but I never lived there for long so I'm just taking a swing at how they speak. Hope you enjoyed? xD
