Hogwarts Express - Castle
aving shoved her face up against the window of the train door, breath steaming up the lower half, a young dark haired girl stood on tip toes watching her family disappear from the platform as the train pulled away. A small leather bag slung around her torso, hands gripping tightly to the strap, she let out a small sigh and took a shaky step back. A few older children were passing behind her from one car to the next, laughing hysterically at some joke or another. Talia turned around and nervously watched them go by. She opened her mouth at one point and tried to gain their attention, a hand raised but they were simply too absorbed in their chatter to notice her. Wiggling her mouth back and forth, she puffed out her chest and decided to follow.
For years her parents had been telling her about Hogwarts and how wonderful it was all going to be! Her first year, how exciting! Her mother had made sure to tell her everything about the dorms in Hufflepuff and her own sorting experience. On the other hand, her father had focused more on reliving his glory days on the Quidditch team for Ravenclaw. All of it had been so overwhelming but also sent a thrill through the eleven year old. Sorting had of course been a bit of a nervous topic. She was a tad worried what her parents would think should be be sorted into another house than they had. Her grandmother was convinced she would wind up in Gryffindor for some reason.
Tugging at the bottom of her jumper, Talia stood up a little taller as she passed a number of compartments. Everyone seemed to be settled with the exception of a few stragglers traversing the hallway leading from one train car to the next. Anxiety prickled at the base of her skull as she walked deeper and deeper in. Maybe she should have taken a seat when everyone else had? Everywhere seemed so full! Stopped a few times, she peered into some of the windows but the benches were crammed with students and trunks. Something skittered under foot and Talia let out a sharp squeak, jumping to one side of the hall as an orange tabby rushed between her feet. "Get back here!" A squat little boy with blonde hair bumbled past her, clutching her bag to her side she tried to squeeze herself against the compartment door.
Blinking in confusion, Talia fussed with her braid. A soft click sounded behind her and she realized she must have hit the latch when she jumped back. Oh! Was this compartment actually empty? Her brown eyes lifted as the door from another car slid open and a group of much older looking boys were rough housing their way through it. Gulping, she decided to take that as her sign to just choose a spot to sit. Sliding through the door, she closed it quietly and let out a sharp breath.
Well, if anything she could get some reading done! Turning on her heel, she froze and realized she wouldn't be alone. A girl with pigtails was already taking up space on one of the bench seats. Talia blinked at her, words flopping around inside her skull. She had talked to plenty of children her age, for goodness sake she had siblings she played with on a daily basis. Surely, a chat with someone who appeared to be her age anyway couldn't be that hard? Could it?
Clearing her throat, Talia gave a nod in greeting and plopped down on the seat across from the girl. "Mind if I ride with you?"
She pulled off her bag and set it down next to her. "Talia!"
Leaning forward she held out her hand like her parents had taught her, proper greeting, first impressions and all that! "Nice to meetcha!"