Another year at Hogwarts

[Alastair Greenwood]

As Alastair arrived at platform 10 and ¾ with his family his mum hugging him to death and his to older sister who have left Hogwarts both gave him a family hug and his father just standing and watching them. His mum said still hugging him, “Be save Alastair and work hard ok.”
“Ok mum can you let go your crushing me,” She let go and started to cry Alastair pulled out a hanky from his pocket and gave it to her and said to calm her down “Don’t worry I’ll be fine,” she stopped crying and then the two sisters gave one last big family hug and then went back too where his father was standing “Buy everyone I’ll see you in the holidays.” He picked up his bags and his cage with his owl onto the train and took on look back at his family and waved to them good bye and then he walked along the corridors of the carriages and then found a compartment he hoisted the bags and the cage on the shelves and then opened up the window stuck his head out hand waved to his family.

[Matthew L. Cornelis]

With his back leaning against the wall beside the window, a small size, cold pale-skinned boy at the age of eleven, who looked very much like a nine year old, had an old thick dark arts book in his hands. His feet spread across the entire seat, taking half the space as he read. The day was humid for the little boy who disliked the weather but he couldn’t help it, what with him having such a weak health and low blood pressure since he was born.

Matthew Cornelis read in the shadows, avoiding getting the sunlight to touch his awfully cold pale skin as though he would be burnt from the contact. He stayed far apart, snuggling further into his seat before the sound and sight of a family outside the window caught his attention.

There was a family of a mother, father and three children, two sisters and a brother who looked four years older than Matthew himself.

He watched in silence, hearing their conversation and their reactions, which made him roll his eyes at their pathetic behaviour. There was the son’s mother weeping like a baby with their other two daughters hugging the family as if they were visiting a funeral. Matthew snapped his book shut quietly, hidden in the shadows as the family broke apart, watching them as their children board the Hogwarts Express. The sight of the loving family made him questioned his. He had never known who his real parents were; now being in the second adopted Pure-blood family after the first were Muggles, was killed being burnt by him.

Matthew pulled himself out of his thoughts, suddenly noticing the same boy he saw earlier with that family, was now in the same compartment as he was in. He watched, emotionless as the older boy stuck his head out of the window to wave back to his family.

This looks so pathetic…the sight of those kind of family makes me sick!

[Alastair Greenwood]

As Alastair pulled in his head as the train had left the station he closed the window and he din't realise that there was somebody in the compartment the boy looks like to be the a first year student. So he sat down on the other seat and said with a happy expression on his face, "I've never seen you before are you a new comer at Hogwarts?" he finished what he was saying and he had got up and pulled his bag from the shevle above them and then got out a lunch box to get a bit of food to eat.

[Matthew L. Cornelis]

Matthew expressionlessly stared back at the older boy, wondering what the other was so happy about. He placed the book on his lap, his arms folded in a proud gesture as he silently studied the older student.

‘So?’ He rudely answered with a raised eyebrow with a darken gaze. ‘What are you so bloody happy about anyway?’

Seeing that the other boy had left before getting his reply, Matthew rolled his eyes before going back to his book.

[Alastair Greenwood]

He replied with a clear and normal facial expression "Oh just happy to be going to Hogwarts its just so magical." Alastair got out a sandwhich and started to eat and while he was eating he was looking out of the window watching the world go by and as he finished eating he spoke again. "So which house would you hope to get into then?"

[Matthew L. Cornelis]

Matthew shut his book once more, this time louder in irritation. Merlin! Was that idiot just annoying on purpose or what? Perhaps talking to the idiot was a bad choice, indeed!

‘Whatever the house I get in, who cares?’ He replied lazily, rolling his eyes. He took out a quill and a parchment, placing the tip of the quill atop the other before mumbling under his breath once he had opened his book again, letting it write by itself. Matthew did not look up but spoke again. ‘Why can’t an annoying fly like you go buzz around your pathetic friends of yours in the other compartments?’