Compartment #12 PV to Passengers

"Goodbye, love. Remember to have fun and learn as much as you can from your professors, okay? I'll see you over Thanksgiving." Tabitha Jones--a Ministry of Magic employee sending her nephew off to  his first day of school on her way to work--kissed her nephew's forehead and ruffled his hair. 

Dmitri Jones watched as his aunt--his second mother, he'd tell you if you asked--turned and walked away, leaving him to start a new experience; an experience that was all in his hands. He himself can either make or break his academic learning and social interaction within Hogwarts, and it excited him as well as scared him.

I'm sorry, Aunt Tabby. He thought to himself as he fingered the book that he stole from her collection and hid inside his cloak before coming to Platform nine and three-quarters. I've decided that my experience in school will be one that will see me as the best among everyone else--social interaction be damned. He clasped the handle of his luggage and turned to face the steam engine that would take him to what is the start of a precarious climb towards success. He didn't want to disappoint his aunt. If being the best student is the way to go, and if it involved stealing, he'd do it. He'd do anything for her approval. 

There were only two people the boy was endeared to: one of them was his aunt--the other was dead. He shook his head, trying to stop his mind from wandering to deep into that. 

As a person, Dmitri has became quite cold and dark, only ever opening up to his aunt. He had no friends--and he knows it's best to keep it that way.

The raven-haired boy had a firm set to his jaw as he boarded the train for the first time--and immediately got bombarded by sensory overload. Smells, sights and sounds. Lots of sounds. A lot, in fact, that he had to cringe and flinch as he passed by several compartments. He was desperately seeking a peaceful place where he could just sit down quietly and read without distractions nor interruptions.

Dmitri got bumped into a couple of times, and after he snapped and threatened a shocked student with a curse up his ass, other students finally took the hint and got out of his way. Good. It took him at least eleven compartments before he finally saw one that would be to his liking.

The only other passenger inside the compartment he chose was sleeping--if that wasn't a good sign, he didn't know what else was. 

However, his reverie got shattered the moment he stepped inside the door. 

The girl woke up.

He wearily eyed said girl and stated softly, "Oh no, you can go back to sleep. Don't mind me." Unbeknownst to the other student, Dmitri was actually just silently praying she wouldn't talk to him. He really just wanted to read his book, for Christ's sake. If she didn't have anything to say that would benefit him at all, she might as well go back to sleep.

A firm weathered hand clasped over his shoulder guides the ashen haired lad through the seething masses that pulsed within the confides of platform 9 &3/4.

Truthfully speaking he was still getting over being apparated to King's Cross. How his great grandmother managed to do apparate everywhere without getting sick was beyond him. She was quite old, but he never really bothered to just ask how old she is.

The aged witch seemed to permate some aura about her, somehow managing to walk with the boy and a wizard servant, currently struggling with his trunk- she preferred people to house elves, without getting bumped once as the trio managed to find a way to access the scarlet train.

"Here we go." the witch says sharply as Griffin took a step up onto the train turning slowly on his heel to face his great grandmother.

"Now then, remember everything I've taught you Griffin." she says once more, giving a few adult wizards a venomous glance. "Mind who keep close, can't have those filthy muggle born ruining your reputation you hear?" A silent nod would be his response to this, not that he disagreed, on the contrary, he actually agreed with her. He was simply bored, the sooner he was on the train, the sooner he'd be on his way to learning some really powerful spells. He'd been taught at least two offensive spells...in theory that is. 

"Now do have some fun dear." she says, her features softening to a genuine smile being traced across her wrinkled features whilst she brought a hand up to pat the top of his hair.

Being handed his trunk and walking away from his great grandmother, Griffin can't help but scowl as shuffles across the many compartments. Merlin's beard these gits are loud. Griffin thinks to himself moments before ducking his head moments before a fanged frisbee whizzed past where his head was just a second before. Definitely irked at this, Griffin cocks his head at the witch who had thrown the object, adopting a glare that would make his great grandmother proud, Griffin locked his gaze to hers, his differently hued eyes working to his advantage when it came to intimidation. 
 
Allowing a smirk to tug at the corner of his lips, Griffin steps away from the shriveled girl to continue along until he came across a relatively empty compartment with only two people inside, a wizard and a witch. Compartment #12. This should do- he said to himself as he slid the door open to enter with his trunk in tow.

Not saying a single word to the two, he heaves the trunk up to the storage space before closing the door absentmindedly to take a seat. The distance, judged being far enough from the pair of them, but close enough so as not to miss any interesting talk they might have.

Rhea was awoken by a black-haired boy entering her compartment. She turned to look at him and moved her trunk to the side so he wouldn't stumble as he entered the compartment. He turned to look at her, saying, "Oh no, you can go back to sleep. Don't mind me."

She waved his comment off as he sat down and took out a book. She was about to introduce herself but hesitated, seeing that he simply wanted to read. She shrugged and decided to say something, seeing as they were going to be in the same compartment for the next few hours. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, however, the compartment door slid open and another boy walked in. He had ashy blond hair, and when Rhea caught a glimpse of his eyes she was surprised to see that they were two different colors - one a piercing blue, and the other a calming hazel. He had on an expression of annoyance, presumably from the noisy students that were mulling around outside. She didn't mind them all that much, for the compartment was slightly soundproof and blocked outside noises. The boy shoved his trunk into an overhead compartment and sat down, keeping his distance.

Rhea rolled her eyes at how anti-social both were, not bothering to introduce themselves and simply coming into the compartment she'd claimed and sitting down. She decided to introduce herself to them, taking the first action. "My name's Rhea. Rhea Bishop. And you?"

James walked into the train station, eager as ever for his first year at Hogwarts, and experience with magic. The station was as James remembered it, but he felt a slight sense of oddity when walking through it. It was as though a force now known to James had changed his perspective on life entirely. He glanced at picture he had in his hands, a picture of him, his brother, and his two parents, along with two squirrels James had practically tamed: Princeton and Kingsley. James looked back behind him at his parents, along with his brother, Jack. Jack was as he always was, his hair was untidy, and it appeared as though he barely tried when putting on clothes. He said his farewells, looking around for a supposed "Platform 9 3/4." James had never heard of such a thing, and was confused in multiple ways when reading the letter.

He saw a few children pass through a wall that appeared to be solid. The brick wall was an extremely dangerous thing for an eleven year old to be running into to, and so decided instead to grab a small piece of brick that had fallen off the walls. He hurled it at the brick wall, causing the rock to go through perfectly; just like the students. A moment passed by, and James, gripping his bag tightly, ran at full speeds into the wall. Closing his eyes shut, he quickly passed through the wall, seeing a large station that mimicked the appearance of the original station. He gazed at the place in awe, seeing several student board the train before him. Looking around, he had no sight of either of his parents or his brother, nor did he expect to. They were muggles, after all. Or at least that's what James heard they were. The term "muggles" was quite odd, and sounded like a bit of a slur to the young boy. He didn't dwell on it too much, however, as if he did, he would surely miss his train.

James ran swiftly towards the large, slightly intimidating train. Like always, James began to worry, fearing the worst would come at his new school. What if people don't like me? What if I fail? What if I get expelled?" Were only a few of the thoughts racing through his mind, speeding through his brain one by one. The hairs on his arms started standing up, and a couple droplets of water slipped down the surface of his face. He decided it'd be best to pass his worries aside, and simply get aboard the train.

Whilst aboard the train, he gazed at the compartments one by one, each being more and more filled then the last. While walking through the narrow corridors of the train, James had his face stuffed within what was his obvious favorite out of all the required books: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. The book was covered by a red, velvet-like colored cover, with a hint of gold within it. After some searching, he came across one compartment housing two boys, along with one girl, all appearing to be in his year. James, who showed a timid look on his face, politely asked, "Is it alright if I sit with you three?" He placed his book to his side next to his bag which was wrapped around his chest. James pushed his silver glasses upward to the top his nose. He had a large, kind smile, wanting a place to better read. He was aware that he had walked in on to conversation, and despite the fact he did not want to interrupt said conversation, at this point, he desired nothing more than a place and the ability to sit down.

Dmitri laid his luggage on the floor next to his feet--honestly, he wasn't much taller nor physically stronger than the other girl in the seat across from him and could no more lift said luggage than her. He glanced briefly at the hustle and bustle of the train station outside the window, before he sat himself beside it. He didn't miss the girl opening her mouth to introduce herself--however, the way Dmitri slowly opened his book and pointedly buried his nose into it promptly discouraged any conversation whatsoever. He saw her close her mouth shut once again. Much better.

If one looked closely, they would be able to see that the text he was reading wasn't one of their prescribed school books. The title read The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6 and it was the book he stole from his aunt. Inside it were complex illustrations and comprehensive discussions of spells that were designed to be learned by students on their sixth year at Hogwarts. But since Dmitri himself wanted a headstart--a large headstart, mind you--he chose to study far ahead. 

Besides, professors were going to teach them the Grade 1 spells--there was no point in studying them. Dmitri would much rather prefer to learn what wasn't being taught.

He was deep into an entry about a spell that could befuddle a target well enough to almost control their mind, when he got interrupted by the compartment door opening and closing. Looking up, he saw a light-haired boy enter. Dmitri narrowed his eyes, derisive. Great. We all know what they say: Two's a company, three's a crowd. The dark-haired boy found flaws in that quote--probably because he feels even two's a crowd sometimes.

He watched as the boy easily hefted his luggage into the storage compartment way up in the high corner. Dmitri couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy--and more embarrassingly, admiration--for the other boy. He blushed softly to the tips of his toes, shocked at his thoughts. He quickly diverted his eyes and continued to read. 

"My name's Rhea. Rhea Bishop. And you?"

He sighed, frustrated about being interrupted once again. "I'm Dmitri. Dmitri Jones." He looked the other two each in their eyes as he said this--one, a pair of stunning blue eyes and one of a shocking hetero-chromatic pair. "Now if you'll excuse me..." He pointedly turned a page of his book. He didn't even get to listen to the other boy's name and read two words of the page when the compartment door opened once more, admitting a brunette into their confined space. 


Dmitri smashed his book shut loud enough to warrant the stares of the students inside the compartment. "Great. Welcome! Join the party! God knows with the amount of people in here we could throw one." He put his closed book down in his lap and threw his hands in the air, frustated once more. He liked it better when it was just him and silent ginger over there. He didn't actually hold contempt for the others--admittedly, he was just jittery, and nervous, and giddy, and all the things, because of excitement and a mix of fear. Reading, silence, and the occasional bitchiness was a coping mechanism for stress.

Aunt Tabby, is this what school is like? You didn't tell me it would be this...much.

Rhea raised an eyebrow as she waited for either of the boys to answer. She got an answer when the black-haired boy introduced himself with an air of annoyance. 

"I'm Dmitri. Dmitri Jones," the boy, whose name seemed to be Dmitri, looked at the two others directly in the eyes. He held up his book and indicated towards it. "Now if you'll excuse me..." Dmitri flipped a page of the book and attempted to read. Rhea looked at the book and tried to make out the title from the distance she was sitting at. She could make out the last few words: --- --- --- --- Spells, Grade 6. Rhea raised an eyebrow, impressed. The boy certainly didn't look like a sixth year. He looked like he was in the first or second year, but she guessed that he was in the first year. 

No sooner had he flipped the page than the compartment door slid open yet again and another boy entered. In a timid tone, he asked if he could sit in the compartment. Rhea didn't even have the chance to shrug before Dmitri blurted out, 

"Great. Welcome! Join the party! God knows with the amount of people in here we could throw one." Rhea snickered at the boy's reaction. She could tell that when he had entered the compartment he hadn't meant to encounter this many people, instead just expected the company of one. Rhea didn't mind the company - after all, she was used to it. 

"My name's Rhea Bishop," she introduced herself again, motioning for the boy to sit down. "What's yours?" she asked again. The redheaded girl made sure to remain polite, remembering everything her parents had taught her about making the best first impressions. In the back of her mind, she hoped that neither of them were Muggle borns. Although she had grown better at not bluntly insulting anyone who had a Muggle heritage, she still slipped up from time to time. 

Griffin paid no mind to the girl as she spoke for the first time, presumably introducing herself to the pair of boys sharing the compartment with her.

He let her words slip past him as he leaned back to settle into the comfortable seat. He brought his attention back to the compartment just as the other boy locked eyes with the pair of the the girl beside him and his own. He looks friendly - Griffin thought to himself sarcastically whilst a small smile tugged at the corner his lips. Deciding he'd better pay attention this time, he actually caught his name. Not that he'd bother to remember it, but still, it's the thought that counts right?

Inclining his head briefly at the boy who by now was buried into his book once more, Griffin can't help but lean forward slightly, from his seat, to get a better view at the book Dimitri read. The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6 ...now where did he get his hands on that?Griffin wondered.

Have you introduced yourself yet? a small voice at the back of his head squeaked. Eyes widening slightly at the realisation of this, he begins to open his mouth mere moments before the compartment door slides open once more.

Turning to face the newcomer with a look of detached curiosity. He would find his silent assessment of the boy interrupted by the unmistakable sound of someone snapping a book shut. To say that the Dimitri fellow was irked would be a poor choice of words. Griffin watched, he never really listed when people snapped. A rather bemused expression crossed his striking features as Dimitri launched into a diatribe. The boy, it seemed. had a talent for theatrics.

After Dimitri's act had come to close, Griffin caught the red haired girl's name this time, Rhea Bishop... sounded familiar. Anyway, taking her introduction to the boy standing in the compartment as his mark to do the same, Griffin swiftly seized on the opportunity. "The name's White, Griffin White." he would say, the pride in his name easily emanating from introduction.