Damn train Solo

indexUsually, Margaux was rather curious. She liked to speak, about her life, her emotions, to boast often, it was true. But this time, she didn't have the courage. She wanted to be alone. Already that she had to ride in this Muggle machine...
indexWhen she left her parents, without hugs or other ridiculous displays of affection, she searched an empty compartment. If there aren't, she will force it to be so. Fortunetaly, she didn't need to do that. She found out.
indexShe puts her things and looks out the window when the train starts. Now? What would become of her? She was not too worried about her house. Well, unless she found herself among the Poufsouffle. Shame on them. Her parents told her not to talk to the children of muggles. They shouldn't even be in Hogwarts, these impostors. Unfortunately, they had managed to take away what the Troylers cared about most: the education of children sorcerers. The real ones.
indexThomas and Jake had to do the same thing before her. Hide from this virus that was invading the sorcerer world. Margaux sometimes dreamed of this day when she could say that she was a witch of Pure-Blood, and proud to be. And she wouldn’t be tried for it.

'Yes, well, I do the same with others. But it’s normal, they are the bad guys, right?'

indexHer father may have been right this time. It was rare, but she couldn't deny that she thought too much. Was she caught up in a sense of guilt? Ridiculous.It’s sorting, it made her think anything.

indexDamn train.