Compartment 8 Open

"It's fine." She heard one of the girls say."I'm Evelyn and that's Amelia,". The girl who spoke, Evelyn had light skin, her air was short and light brown and she had light green eyes. She seemed to be the smallest of Asteria and the other girl. Then again she wasn't one to talk, Asteria came in at 5'3". While it was average size for someone her age, she still felt quite small.
Meanwhile the other girl who had yet to speak,Amelia, was a bit taller than the first girl. She was lanky, was long arms and legs. Her hair was long, going a little below her shoulders, it was twisted into curls, and was such a dark shade of brown, it could easily be mistaken for black. Her eyes were a dark brown, like her hair, and Asteria couldn't help but notice she too had freckles, with hers spreading to her cheeks.

"Thank you, my name is Asteria, it's nice to meet you both." Asteria said as she closed the door behind her. Carefully, Asteria put her luggage above the seat near the door and sat down. Being a bit nervous, Asteria didn't know what to say. So, naturally she decided on one thing. "So, what were you two talking about? That is, if you don't mind me asking of course." Asteria didn't know what possessed her to even ask the question, maybe it was because she didn't want to make the situation awkward, or maybe she believed she could make some friends this way. Either way it didn't matter now that she already asked, only time could tell how this would turn out.

Amelia’s head had tilted slightly to the side in confusion when Evelyn told her that all the brooms in her household had been for sweeping, not flying. Amelia’s mother had plenty of cleaning spells and charms she used around the house for simply chores like that, why would she waste a perfectly good broom on something like that? It than dawned on the upcoming first year that Evelyn might not be born from magical parents. For some reason, the thought had never really occurred to Amelia. It made sense now, of course, that there would be hundreds upon hundreds of students at Hogwarts that all came from very different backgrounds.

Before the Lovell girl could respond to Evelyn’s question about brooms and their enchantments, the whistle blew once more and the compartment door opened rather abruptly after a small knock was issued. Amelia’s dark gaze met that of another girls green one, standing in the entrance of compartment eight. An inquiry was made, the girl asking if she could join Evelyn and her in their space. No words came from Amelia’s mouth at first, she hesitated in her answer as she looked at her newfound acquaintance to see if it was okay with her.

Without having to say a word, Evelyn answered for the both of them, introducing her along the way. Looking back at the girl in the entrance, she introduced herself shortly after. “Nice to meet you too, Asteria.” A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips as the eleven year old spoke, glad to have more friendly company before even arriving at the castle. Heading right into conversation, Asteria asked what the pair had been talking about before the interruption. Amelia decided to start talking where she had left off, when Evelyn had questioned her about brooms.

“We were just talking about Quidditch and whether we practiced back home or not.” The thought brought her back to her previous excitement, thinking about the future try-outs and how well she’d do in them. “I, myself, have had some practice. Although I wasn’t able to preform magic, my mother would enchant brooms with the Flying Charm and leave them outside sometimes. She never really thought I’d want to get ahold of them, but I did.” She had never spoken her little secret out loud, and felt a little bad about sneaking practice in. She definitely wasn't the rule-breaking type very often.

“We were just talking about Quidditch and whether we practiced back home or not.” Amelia replied. “I, myself, have had some practice. Although I wasn’t able to preform magic, my mother would enchant brooms with the Flying Charm and leave them outside sometimes. She never really thought I’d want to get ahold of them, but I did.” she finished. "Really?" Asteria said "I've never practiced Quidditch.  My dad wouldn't mind, but my mum wouldn't take kindly to it though, she would always worry, even though she's a healer and dad would never let me get hurt." Asteria said, there are times when her mum can be a bit too protective, but she always means well.

"I am a fan though. My dad use to take to Quidditch matches sometimes. Of course, that's when I wasn't attending muggle primary school, and he wasn't off doing stuff at the ministry." she finished. Asteria remembered about  the time her dad took her to see the Vratsa Vultures, they were going up against the Quiberon Quafflepunchers, it was one of the first matches she ever saw . The cheering of the crowds as their respective teams scored goals, the groans when the keepers would block the quaffle, and the shouts,cheers and dancing as the Vultures won, it was surely a night she'd never forget. Asteria couldn't help but wonder if the quidditch matches at school would be as exciting.