Do you mind? PV Tomás Walsh Closed

Tomás had arrived early as he always did. The sight of magical Creatures, Shops and vendors was something to behold. His parents always said "early bird gets the worm" but with the amount of times they said it had become extremely irritating. That led to the annoying situation of being 30 minutes early. Naturally waiting led to the daydreaming that absorbed his focus and senses.

While families said their goodbyes and various people sold sweets and toys; Tomás watched from the carriage window in a daydreaming stupor. There was even a cat hunting the plump pigeons that inhabited the station. It was about 29 minutes later when the letter he'd been given from his mother began to talk. Unfortunately the fright overpowered his amazement and he began stomping on it. What was a nice goodbye from his family was crushed under his boot.

The boy alone in the carriage bolted upright upon hearing her voice. Clearly he'd been startled by something. The muffled speaking voice under his foot stopped when Mariela spoke. "Yeah sure. Go ahead" he said in a in one of the many variations of the Irish accent. "I'm Tomás by the way; what's your name?" The young man seemed friendly enough; a bit strange at the least.

Mariela was surprised as she had heard the voice but did not ask about it.
"Th- thank you ..." She said with a small , shy yet friendly smile. She sat across from him near the window.
"My name is Mariela ..." she replied when he asked for her name. She played with her fingers nervously as she looked at the boy then looked out the window. She was really shy when it came to talking or just meeting new people . She never really knew what to say.
She looked down at the ground and saw the letter that Tomás had been stomping on . She didn't want to be rude but was curious as why the letter had been talking.
"Why was that talking?" She finally asked as she looked at the letter then looked up at Tom. She was new to all of the magical things, being a muggle and all. She had stared at everything while shopping at Diagon Alley. Some boys had even made fun of her for it. She really hoped she did not come across them again since they did not seem nice at all. But Tom looked friendly so hopefully they could be friends. 

It took a few moments to click in Tomás' brain what Mariela was talking about. He'd been watching her fidget with her fingers. The train was finally moving now; the slow crawl towards the castle where the two would be taught. "Oh that?" he asked after moving his foot from on top of the formerly sentient piece of paper which now featured his shoe print. "I haven't a clue to be honest. Maybe it was enchanted or something?" Being a Half-Blood he'd heard some stories and seen examples of magic from his mother but nothing that weird.

"Whatever it was I think I broke it." He had it clenched between his index finger and thumb in a curious way close to his face. "Ma will not be happy with me." His grayish blue eyes flickered over to Mariela now; a curiousity in them. He smiled back now. "You're welcome and nice to meet ya. It would be rude to hog all of this carriage to myself." The messy hair and frizzy jumper didn't paint a wealthy picture of the boy sitting across from the young witch.

He was clearly a talker it seemed; albeit in a rugged West Clare accent that put H's into words that wouldn't have em.

" Oh... I see ... " Mariela said, her British accent noticeable. She nodded slightly as she looked down at the paper that now had his footprint on it before looking back up at the boy. 

"You're welcome and nice to meet ya. It would be rude to hog all of this carriage to myself."

Mariela smiled and giggle a little as he said this. She was starting to feel more comfortable talking to Tom. She was glad he was nice and she did not mind at all that he was a talkative boy since him talking would help her distract her from missing home too much. She looked out the window for a bit, taking in the scenery before them. Her eyes which sometimes looked grey but now looked green were filled with curiosity. She had never traveled away from home and even though she was curious and excited to go to Hogwarts, she was also nervous and knew she'd miss home a lot. She'd miss pranking her brothers all the time and them pranking her back. But as she thought about it, when she learned magic, she'd be able to prank her brothers in a better way with the new magic she learned. She had already read about a few spells from the books she had gotten and had tried to do them with her wand but, she had not done a good job with one of the spells and had accidentally broken her mother's favorite mug.

"So..." Tomás said while awkwardly rubbing his neck. The happiness Mariela showed was unfamiliar since usually it was only his twin brother he'd have to talk to. As a consequence talking to girls didn't come naturally. "Did you get a wand?" he asked making sure his hadn't been lost somewhere. Losing things was quite common in his house. You'd leave something out of your hand for one second and then it would practically grow legs and walk off.

The 25cm stick that emerged from the faded green school bag at the boys' feet was a dark brown Ash wood with a white rounded bit at the base of the handle. It was slightly bendy but stubborn enough to flick back into shape. It tapered to a fine point near the end and looked superbly well crafted. "Apparently it has dragon heart inside of it but I don't to break it to find out. At first I thought we'd get staffs like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings."

His smile widened at a memory suddenly. "I was given three others before this one but each time I broke a window or they refused to work. Being chosen by a wand is hard."

Mariela did not mind talking to boys since she did have two older brothers . But she was still shy and awkward when talking to somebody new she did not know . 


"Did you get a wand?" He asked

Mariela nodded when he asked about the wand.  She chuckled a little when he said he thought they were going to get staffs like in Lord of the Rings. "I've never seen Lord of the Rings but my brothers have."


She rumaged through her bag for a bit and took out her wand when she found it so he could see. " This is my wand. " Her wand was a 29,5 cm chestnut wood and unicorn hair. It had a silver shade to it which Mariela liked.
"Yours has a dragons heart? Really? That's weird but cool too. Apparently mine has unicorn hair which is also weird but I mean ... Everything magical I have encountered has been weird but also cool," she said. "I had to try quite a few wands before finding this one. I thought I was not going to get a wand because I tried like ... About five or seven wands ... But luckily I got one ... I was a little worried because I am a ... Muggle ... I guess ... I do not know. That's what some guys told me." She looked down at her lap and played with her fingers as she said the last part.

When Marielas' expression saddened it began to rain heavily outside. Seeing Mariela go from happy to sad when she mentioned the boys that called her a muggle was quite disappointing to Tomás. He'd thought since the death of that dark lord guy his mother told him about; that there would be less racism from Purebloods but it seems that is not the case. An awkward silence began permeating the air after that.

Suddenly an idea popped into the hyperactive boys' head and he ran out of the carriage. It was an uneasy five to ten minutes before he came back; breathless with a bag full magical sweets and a large goofy smile. "These.. should." He had to regain his breath before speaking. "make you feel better. Chocolate has a feel good chemical in it. That chemical is also found in brains somehow."

This kid; who Mariela had only known for about ten to fifteen minutes at this point just ran through the carriage to buy sweets just to cheer her up. Impulsive and hyperactive seemed to be an understatement when describing the Irish boy. He sat down and handed the young witch the sweets bag before saying "Enjoy and your wand looks really nice."

Mariela did not mean to make an awkward silence. She watched as Tomás ran out of the  carrige and her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
' Did I scare him out ?' she wondered to herself . She sat with her legs criss crossed and looked out the window at the pouring rain as she played with her fingers. She did not know if the boy would come back. He probably would because he had left his things there .

She turned her attention back to Tomás when he ran back in with the bag of sweets. She looked at the sweets with wide eyes before taking them from him when he handed them to her.
"Th- thanks but ... You did not need to buy these for me ... I could have bought them...." She said even though she knew she did not have a lot of money.

She looked in the bag and took out a chocolate frog. She looked at it with curiosity .
"A chocolate frog ...?"  She asked mostly to herself. She opened the small box and gasped as the frog jumped out of the box and onto the seat. Mariela's eyes were wide and she scooted away from it, not because she was scared but because she was surprised. "It's alive!?" she asked, not really yelling but she was just surprised. 

Th-thanks but... you did not need to buy these for me.. I could have brought them... "

He raised his hand with a smile on his face. "It's fine. I wanted to cheer you up and that was the first idea to pop up in there." he said pointing at his head with his index finger.

As Mariela opened the bag it dawned on the Tomás that he'd forgotten what he'd bought; having acted on impulse the entire time. Now the bags contents would be a surprise to both children. The smooth chocolate frog and its magical sentience were indeed a shock to the two. The amphibious treat used this to jump into the train hallway and out an open window into the pouring rain.

"Wow. How do they expect anyone to eat those?" The question was asked with genuine curiousity about how it worked and the possible applications of that use of magic. "We have a lot to learn I guess. What else is there because those frogs could be safety hazards." The train rode on through the Scottish country side while the rain obscured a wonderful view of the moors and lakes outside the retentively quiet train car.