The next day I wake up in a very high spirit. Finally, I am going to go to Hogwarts! And I am going to meet all my future fans, including those I have already met. True, I am also going to meet Snape, but I'm brave and I can live through that. Also although he's a dangerous bastard, I'm too smart and powerful for him to harm, anyway.

Oh well, but first I'd have to get on the train. Snape told me how to get on the platform and on my luggage, there was a ticket which told me that the train leaves at eleven o'clock. The only one who could put it there had to be Snape because no one else was with me. At this thought, I promptly drop the ticket and wash my hands in case the despicable villain tried to poison it. But then, I feel no problems so I simply hope he had been too scared of my power to do something like that.

Well anyway, first thing first, I take my ticket and my luggage full of magical items and march out to the Kings Cross station. When I'm going out of the pub, the ancient barkeeper tries to stop me, but I don't listen to him of course, I won't let any crazy old man stop me on my way to glory. The journey through London is very nice and I just can't resist some cool stores out there so when I'm getting at Kings Cross it's actually ten minutes to eleven. I could be here sooner if I ran but I am entering the school and the first impression can make wonders so I'm going to show them how perfect I am and my hair just has to be combed and beautiful. I swiftly get to the wall between the ninth and the tenth platform and I'm just preparing to run to it when I get a horrible thought. What if this was Snape's master plan? What if he just wants me to run into the wall, embarrass myself and kill myself in the process as well? That bastard, I think angrily. But he's not going to get me! I slowly get to the wall, carefully leaning against it so that no one notices me and I can push my hand against it. But as soon as I try it, my hand vanishes in the wall so that I can't suppress a small squeal of joy. It seems that the old bat probably didn't lie for once! Just to be sure, I push my hand in and out repeatedly and start giggling because my arm looks so funny that way until someone asks me from just behind my back: "Did your hand just vanish in the wall?"

I quickly turn around and freeze. There is a middle-aged man looking at me with a very frightened face. "Yes, that was magic. I'm an illusionist," I explain to him quickly. I don't want muggles to know about the entrance because then they would want to Hogwarts too and I would not shine that much. "Wow, you must be good then," responds the man, "I was genuinely thinking your hand has vanished."
"And that's not all," I improvise to get on the platform, because there are only two minutes left, "I can even completely vanish!"
"Really? Show me!" asks me the muggle.
"Okay. Close your eyes and count to three." I smile at him.

As soon as he closes the eyes, I quickly jump into the platform wall so that he doesn't see me anymore. It's successful and I can see the platform nine and three quarters, so I congratulate myself on being so pretty damn intelligent. Then I hurry to the train (it should leave any moment after all) when I notice a very suspicious thing. One would assume that mere moments before the train leaves, there would be at least some parents who send their children away and wait for the train to start. I mean, not everyone has the same sad and miserable life as me, there will probably be some of those disgusting people who have both parents and do not care properly. Idiotic swines, they are, really. Well, anyway, what I mean is, at least one or two parents I'd expect, but there's no one here! That's very suspicious! Maybe they want to try a practical trick on me and they've all hidden in the train. Heh, like they could get me. Like I said, I'm very intelligent and I've seen through their trick at once. I quickly start going towards the train, so that I can find them and somehow make their prank backfire, when I notice an even more suspicious thing. Not only the people are missing, but the train is as well!

That's even cheekier! How dare they hide into the train and hide it too! For a moment, I feel something like uncertainty. Couldn't it be that the train has already left and I didn't manage to catch it? What will I do, then? No, I finally decide, that wouldn't be the truth. I'm so great, loved and important, they would surely wait for me with their train. Yeah, that's totally correct, I'm so smart. Oh well, since I just proved it was impossible for the train to depart, then the train must still be here, probably hidden by the jokesters! I love those practical jokes, but they shouldn't have tried one on me. Just wait, when I find them, I'll curse them to oblivion! But first I have to find them, which somehow proves difficult. Even though I'd think the train is large and would be easy to find, they've found a way to hide it so perfectly that I can't find it, even when I check the smallest and most complicated hiding places! I don't want to be rude, but it's very unkind from them! They're stalling the train and the arrival to Hogwarts for everyone just so that they can laugh at me! Such people shouldn't be even allowed to Hogwarts! Well, but even though it's their fault, I must find a way to counter it. The easiest way would be to find the train, but I don't know where it could be! Damn people with both parents, how could they hide it so well? It's not hidden on the rail tracks, it's not hidden behind a pillar, it's nowhere! At this moment, I'm overcome by emotion and I start crying. Damn idiots! It's their fault that I've just destroyed my makeup! In a fit of rage, I take my ticket and throw it away, still bawling and looking at it through tears. Poor me! I could've taken the train to Hogwarts and live my life there, but those goddamn idiots hid the train and deprived us all of the chance. They deprived ME of the chance! But then, I look again at the ticket and suddenly I see something so surprising that I suddenly stop crying. Yes, now I see more clearly – the train leaves on September 1st! That doesn't make sense to me, because why would they allow us to lose one day of learning? I'm not going to complain about that though, and at least that explains where the train and the people are. I've come here a day too early, would you believe it? You don't have to answer, it's a rhetorical question. I know very well you wouldn't.

I immediately jump out of the platform nine and three quarters, because there is no business for me there, and to my great happiness, I find out that the man who's already seen my "magic trick" is already away. I'm great with people, but I'd probably be unable to make him not know the entrance to Hogwarts express if he saw me coming out of it. I try to get back to the pub as quickly as possible and forget this instance at once. I hope no one will ever know the fact I was going to the platform one day too early. Finally, I'm back at the pub, where I'm stopped by the ugly landlord at once.

"Where have you been, if I may ask you, Miss?" he asks politely.
"You may not," I respond with the same politeness he used to me because I like politeness and I admire it even in people I don't like. But then the truth is, there aren't many people I don't like, just Snape. And no one likes Snape, as I could see from the fact that the boy in the cloak shop hated him as well. And all people (besides Snape) like me as well. And Snape hates everyone except the stupid Headmaster who's most likely the same type of an evil person as Snape. The sad truth is, people like Snape are lost for the world and they can't feel anything positive for anyone except themselves. They're so evilly evil that you can bet they're with the evilest person there is. Not that anyone would doubt their allegiance. Even my perfect and lovable personality is lost on that hideous person!

Well anyway, at this moment I notice that the landlord is actually speaking again.
"...your pardon, Miss, but the Professor with whom you arrived paid me to make sure you won't go to London alone. You should go to your room and sleep, Miss, tomorrow will be an important day for you. My son will lead you to the Kings Cross station."
I'm seething. Does that meddling idiot think I can't find my way to the Kings Cross? Just another proof of how shortsighted he is. "I don't need a chaperone, I have just been to the platform nine and three quarters and I've found it without a problem!"
The old man looks up in surprise. "You have just been to the platform nine and three quarters, Miss? What were you doing there, if I may ask? I thought the train leaves tomorrow?"

I'm thunderstruck. This can't be the truth! I was doing such a good job of hiding the fact so far and now this! Such a small mention and he caught it! This is like a nightmare!
"Yeah, well, umm, it's not like, in fact, I mean, they... called me to repair it, yeah, they called me to repair it." I manage to respond after a short while.
Phew, that was close. Can you imagine what would happen if I didn't think of a believable excuse soon enough?
"Of course, Miss, this is definitely a believable explanation, what was I thinking of?" says the hideous landlord.
"I don't know," I respond politely so that he wouldn't feel so bad. Even though he's ugly at least he's a human unlike Snape or those goblins and that means he may have feelings.
"It's always a blessing to meet a really polite girl, they say," the man smiles. "Do you plan to go to your room again? I daresay you may need rest before tomorrow."
"Yes, I think I will. Thank you. What's your name, anyway?" I smile at him. I can clearly see the man is surprised I asked him that. At least he knows his place and is aware of the fact that he's very lucky if I take some interest in him. I hate those snobby idiots who think that everyone should like him just because they think so! They're unbearable! And they definitely have both parents as well!
"My name is Tom, Miss," he says. As if I didn't expect that. That is exactly the kind of name which shrieks out: "This person is not good-looking, but he doesn't have to shoot himself because he at least has some good qualities." I hope I will never be called Tom.

Well anyway, I really retire to my room because it would be easier to protect my secret that way than it would be if I went to the street and started talking with people. I could see on the landlord's example that people here are very quick to find out my secrets from what I say.

The next day I wake up very content. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, but I don't care about that, I'm happy because I will finally go to Hogwarts. True, I planned to do that two days ago, but the important thing is that I will get there. Besides, empty Hogwarts would be so booooring! How would I learn magic if no one was there to teach me? How would I find friends if I'm alone? Most importantly, how can I impress people with my perfect looks and clothing with nobody around? No, I have to arrive there with all the other students.

I go down to the pub and I order a breakfast. My breakfast takes longer than usual because all the time I'm looking around to see the bartender's son. I really hope he won't be looking like him, but I don't think my chance is high. Still, at least he may be as polite as his father, but oh god, how ugly his father is! Oh no. No, no, no! I've just seen someone with the same old, wrinkled face; that will be his son! I really hope he's at least polite, but now he saw me eyeing him and frowned. That's bad. I change my pace at once and try to eat my food as fast as I can. I've just ended and I'm preparing to sneak to my room unseen when someone says apprehensively from behind me: "Umm, are you the girl I'm supposed to escort to Kings Cross?"

I immediately turn around and I'm very relieved. The speaker is a blond-haired man in his forties with a soft voice. He's not that beautiful, mind you, but he's definitely far less ugly than I thought.
"Yes, that would be me," I nod happily. "Unless you're not old Toby's son."
"It's not you, then," he frowns at me, "my father is called Tom and he's the bartender here."
"Oh, right," I nod again, trying to quickly think of an explanation. "I... I just habe a dausea add I cad't speak properly. I beadt Tobby, of course."
I congratulate myself for such a perfect explanation, but then I look on his face. Oh, c- Oh no. He doesn't seem to be convinced. "You can stop faking your 'dausea', girl. No one suddenly gets nausea mid-sentence. Plus, your first 'b' was unnecessary, nausea doesn't affect your 'v'."
"My nausea does!" I retort quickly.
"Hooray, you seem cured already," says the idiot ironically, "well, we both know you're not going to admit it and I'm not going to buy it. Let's get going before I say something my father may disapprove of."

I angrily storm off for my suitcase. How dare he? He was speaking with me as if I were some stupid child. I'm a very smart young woman, surely he could see that! I take my luggage and I finally decisively return down, planning to tell him it all I have in my mind but I hear familiar voices so I quickly hide behind the door.

"I don't care in the slightest, dad, she's so disrespectful! She didn't even care to remember your name!"
I notice that it's the bartender's son who is speaking and as much as I am surprised and it hurts me, I have to admit he's entirely correct. It's really disrespectful not to remember the name of someone important; just like Snape always refuses to address me with my whole name. But I won't say how rude that is from him because everyone knows that Snape is a terrible person and noting it again might be slightly repetitive. Well, anyway, they're still speaking.
"Well, she's not MY customer! I can say whatever the hell I want!"
Typical, I think. One of his father's customers is bothering him because she doesn't know better than to be terribly rude. I'd almost pity him if he didn't deserve it and much more. I bet that old Todd's wife still lives and pampers the idiot despite him being in his forties. He's such a bad man. Not as bad as Snape, he didn't try to break my lipstick yet, but then you can't really match Snape's cruelty and evilness.
"Oh? I'll try that, then, thanks, dad. But don't be mistaken, if she continues to disrespect you during the journey to the Kings Cross..."
WAIT! Was he talking about me? How dare he?! That's such an evil thing! He's badmouthing me when I'm not present, that's entirely cowardly and vile act!
I angrily rush into the room and they immediately stop talking. But I have heard enough.

"Hey! Do you have any problem with me? If yes, tell it to me!" I shout at them so loud that most of the customers start looking in our direction.
"Definitely not, Miss, you're one of my quieter customers... usually. Besides, being around you is always good for a laugh." the barman kindly responds. I beam at him. At least someone who has manners, unlike his son. "Thank you, but I meant mainly your son, anyway. How can you say I'm disrespectful when YOU don't have enough gall to say it directly to me?!" I attack with all my wisdom.
My escort frowns. "Given that you had to listen at the door to even catch this word... is this a trick question?"
I try to comprehend whether his response was flattering or not, but the landlord quickly intercepts and exclaims: "Goodness, we've been speaking for so long? It's high time you two left unless you want to chase the train at the last moment!"

Isn't it amazing how ugly people can sometimes be not stupid? I mean, the barman clearly isn't as intelligent as I am, and he's simply hideous, but I can't deny he has some intelligence. His remark's very correct, so we leave the pub and go to Kings Cross. We go around the same shops I visited yesterday, but my escort doesn't let me. "Didn't you listen to my father? We have to be at Kings Cross very soon, which means we can't lose time at shops."
"Old Ted is more polite than you, but he can't know everything about when the train leaves. I bet he used to travel to school by a dinosaur, anyway," I retort. "I'm sure we have enough time."
"Half past ten. We don't have to stress ourselves but we can't waste time, either. And my father's name is Tom. Ted isn't even close. And he's not that old, but I know that people of your age tend to think of anyone older than twenty as 'old'."
Poor idiot, I think. How you would I have to be to think so? Four? I'm not going to tell him of this mistake, though, it will be probably kinder to let him stay in his ignorance and not to know of it. Such a knowledge could make him pretty miserable.

"That was an honest mistake," I say kindly, "I can't be expected to remember all names of people like him."
"Oh?" he looks at me angrily, "why not?"
"He's a very different class of person than me. I can't be bothered, I'm super intelligent and I still wouldn't be able to remember all the names of people on the Earth."
He's looking even more angrily, but then he probably notices that I'm correct and he smiles at me with great restraint: "I have to agree, you seem to be a very different class of person than my father."
"You admit it, then?!" I smile happily at him. There may be still a chance for this person! "That means you're not as stupid as I thought!"
"Well, you certainly aren't as stupid as I thought at first, that much I can say. Shall we finally go, then? I mean, this conversation is an unforgettable experience, but we still don't have much time left."

With a sad sigh, I get going again. At least he's beginning to see the error in his ways. It's always a good thing when someone achieves redemption. Still, I have no intention to speak with him much, which means the rest of our journey is as quiet as it was before.
Finally, we're in front of Kings Cross which means his job is done. I extend my hand to him and say: "Goodbye," because that is the proper way and I'm polite even to people I don't like if they seek redemption because that means they're not the absolute scum after all. Yet another proof of how kind I am.
He smiles, takes my hand and says: "Farewell!" I really appreciate how he's trying, but when I turn around to see the Muggle world for the last time (even though I'm destined to be a witch, Muggles have far better clothes so I'm a little sad), I notice him cleaning his hand on his shirt. I sigh. Poor boy, he has a really long way to become a good person. But hopefully, he'll be good.

Kings Cross is fuller than yesterday, but still, I can make it. At least I am highly intelligent and I'll have no problem getting to the platform. I understand that not everyone is so lucky, though, when I see a small black-haired boy with glasses obviously planning to foolishly ask a guard how to get there. Is he an idiot? Well, he definitely is. Even Snape, who is the villainest villain, had to tell me how to get on the platform. There is no way he'd get an eviler person who would not tell him, so he has to be just an idiot who just decided "Oh, since that guy is telling me something important, it would be the best time not to listen." Such an idiot, I bet he has both parents. Well, anyway, I continue to the platform, but then I see a family with many trolleys and even one owl like me which tells me they might be magical. Especially when I see that I know one of the already – it's the boy from the cloak shop. The shop was terrible, but the boy wasn't that bad. Sure, he has freckles and a big nose and generally he's not beautiful, but it seems that most of my future classmates are not beautiful. That's probably a kind of torture I have to overcome to become even stronger than now. IT'S SO UNFAIR! IT'S LIKE SOME KIND OF CURSE! Well anyway, I should talk to them. It's always good to make friends. I speed up so I catch up with them and I instantly go to the boy I already spoke with and I squeal: "Hi! Guess who it is!"

He looks up, gulps and looks silently to two of his older brothers, who have both the same horrified look on their faces.
"I... I guess it's Angela... Mara Dona... how were those random Chinese words again?" he gives me an apologizing look. He must be joking!
"What do you mean, random Chinese words? My name is Angela Ori Gami Fuku Jima Mitsu Bishi Ja Pan Dae Woo Belladonna, that can't be that hard to remember! And these are Japanese!" I shout at him.
He and his family are simply staring at me. Finally, one of his two identical brothers manages to breathe out: "It's that bad?"
"Yes! Both my parents are dead! That's very bad and my life is sad and miserable! I'm living in an orphanage and my life is a living hell! Still, I am not complaining, because someone has to live the miserable life and at least everyone loves me because I am so kind and smart. Do you see how saint I am?"
"Oh, you poor girl!" breaks the woman who seems to be their mother into crying and hugs me. "That must be terrible!"
While she's hugging me, I can see that all the kids are looking at me, completely horrified. I knew my heartbreaking story would move them!
"Oh," sighs the boy I met before, "and I thought I had it bad before." This earns him quite a few pitiful looks and a reproachful one from the woman. I totally understand them, how could he think he had it worse than me? That's really stupid.
"Yeah," says one of the identical ones, frowning, "we can't even bear it to mock you..."
"...if she thinks you're her friend," the second one ends the sentence, with a horrified look.
Oh no. They are clearly so moved that they're going to think of my terrible childhood anytime I'm mentioned. They simply need to process that, I'll do better to go. There's not that much time anyway.

So, I wave at them and say cheerfully: "Bye! See you!" They're so horrified and shocked by my sad story that they don't even respond to me. Only when I'm almost at the wall between the platforms, I can hear the woman saying: "Don't you dare being hard on her, boys. It must have been hard for her, not having parents. Even living in an orphanage – she is a witch and the orphanage would be packed with Muggles, of course. That's not bad, but I don't think they would understand the magic around her. No wonder she's a little..." but by that time I'm moving to the platform nine and three quarters so that they wouldn't notice me and think I'm spying on them.

I made it without a problem this time and I looked up in awe. Wow! It certainly looks different than yesterday. It is full of people, owl hooting and steam from the train which is there and waits for us to go aboard. No one's hidden it! And wow, the whole scene is just so beautiful! I think I have fallen in love with the wizarding world! Well, anyway, I stand here admiring it and suddenly something hits me! I'm standing up and taking all my things off the ground. When I look up, I see the oldest boy from the red-haired family doing the same.

"How dare you hit me!" I shout at him.
"Excuse me, girl, but I believe it was you who continued standing in front of the entrance like a fool!" he retorts angrily.
"Oh well, you didn't give me any warning! Next time you run through it like a madman, warn people first!" I shout angrily and move out before I'm hit by another red-headed idiot.

I go to the train because there's nothing else I could do outside and at least I can look at the beautiful place from the train window without worrying when I'm going to be hit again. It is really as great as I thought before! I could look at that all day long! What I'm interested in especially are those who seem like my future classmates. I can already see some of them whom I already know. There are many people around the boy with dreadlocks I saw before – clearly, they're smoking weed or dancing reggae or watching Cool Runnings or doing something else which is Jamaican. I also notice that idiot boy with glasses or the girl from the bank (how was it called again?). I would look there even longer but then I feel that someone grabbed my shoulder and shook it. I look up and would you believe it? It's the girl from the bookshop! By the way, you don't have to answer it. That was a rhetorical question. I know very well you wouldn't.

"Why are you disturbing me?" I ask her. Really, is there anyone besides me with proper manners? And besides old Ned from the filthy pub. Did she really think she can grab my shoulder and not make me angry? I have feelings, I am not like those ugly goblins!
"I'm sorry, but you wouldn't respond otherwise," she smiles at me angrily. I look at her and blush perfectly – was I really that lost in the beautiful picture? Also, I love my blush. With this blush, I look just like a paragon of beauty, cuteness and innocence, and everyone who sees me blushing falls in love with me. When I think of that, I stop blushing at once – I'm really not into girls, especially not into stupid nerds.

Oh wait, she's still speaking. "Actually, this is my seat, you can see my suitcase up there, and I was wondering whether you could just move away or not?" she says with a nod up, where is her suitcase indeed. Such impertinence! How can someone be so rude? Well, but anyway, I decide to move away because after all I am very kind and friendly and I wouldn't like to take someone else's place. I take my things and move them to the opposite seat. "I didn't mean... Fine, then!" says the girl with a huff. Wow. How idiotic can a person be? She told me to move away, I did and she still isn't happy. She should find out what she wants. Well, anyway, I don't want to speak with the girl at all, so I just lie down on the seats so that I feel comfortable and I want to look at the platform again when the girl says, obviously disgusted: "Don't do that, these seats are not here only for you. Did your mum and dad not teach you manners at home? Besides, there's already a boy who sits on the seat next to you."
"Yes? And tell me, why is he not here, then? Why were you not here if that was your seat?" I retort victoriously. "Because we went to say goodbye to our parents, naturally," she says and throws a disbelieving look on me. I want to say something about how rude she is, but I don't get to it because a small squeal interrupts us. A boy stands in the door of our compartment and I notice it's the pansy boy from the wizarding street. He looks at me with absolute fright. "Hi! I remember you from the wizarding street! Remember me? You were hiding behind that old hag!" I say kindly because I'm so unbelievably friendly and I would actually deserve a medal but do you think anyone gives it to me? No. The life's so unfair!

Well anyway, it's weird, but my kind words don't calm down the boy. His eyes widen, he shakily nods a little and eyeing me suspiciously, he quickly takes all his things and puts them on the seat near the door, as far away from me as possible. What a pansy.

Well anyway, I don't have any reason to speak to them anymore, so I look from the window again. But the platform loss its appeal a little – it's less crowded now because many children are on the train already, and that means there is less hooting around as well. Not everyone is on the train already, though. I notice that the red-haired family is still on the platform, speaking. Maybe they're speaking about me! I open the window slightly so that I can hear what they say. At the moment, one of the twins is speaking to their mother:
"Know who he is?"
"Who?"
"Harry Potter!"

I almost stopped listening at once because they obviously didn't talk to me, but I'm very glad I didn't do it. In addition to other things I'm perfect in, I have a great knowledge of wizarding families, because I'm after all from such a family, even though it was Italian-Japanese. I know that Harry Potter is the last member of House Potter, and he would be a good person to date. Would you imagine how would I shine beside him? Yeah, I immediately decide I have to at least befriend him now, even though some flirt would definitely not hurt. Well, but if I want that, I have to see him getting on the train and then move to his compartment. I stopped listening to the red-haired family anyway, because the little girl started whining uncontrollably like young children normally do, and I hate it. Seriously, don't those little children know they have parents? They should be happy and not cry all the time. It's really terrible how selfish they are, not that I'd complain. I hate people who complain all the time, can you believe them? If you complain, you're basically saying "I don't like something and I'm too selfish to understand that others may like it", so this is absolutely despicable and I would never complain unless I have no choice.

Well anyway, since I have no more business looking out, I decide the best course would be going near the door so that I can actually see him when he goes into the train. The only problem is, that pansy boy is sitting there already. I take my things and move to him. I notice he's eyeing me very suspiciously. "Change seats, please, boy. I think that I should do something nice and you didn't have a chance to look out from the window much yet. And I think everyone deserves a chance to do so because I like it sooo much! You're pretty lucky that I am so kind." I smile at him.
He frowns and tries to say with his shaking voice. "B-but I didn't..." his voice fails.
"What do you mean?" I frown as well, asking him in a friendly tone.
He pales even more and shakily says: "N-nothing!" He quickly takes all his things, trying not to look at me, and then he moves to my original seat and looks out of the window without meeting my eye. I was right, he's definitely a pansy.

The girl watches this with pursed lips and then blurts out: "What was scaring him good for? Look at him! He's as pale as a sheet, aren't you?!" she points angrily on him. Then she looks at him and tries to ask kindly: "What's your name, anyway?"
The boy, though, is even paler now, and although he tries to open his mouth, he isn't capable of speaking at the moment. Ha! I knew it's not me, he's just too much of a pansy to speak to anyone!

"It's not my fault that he can't swallow the reality of pretty girl asking him kindly to do something!" I explain to the girl. Hopefully, she'll see the truth. "Besides, look at him now that you spoke as well. He's even more scared, it's not about me, he's simply a..." I shut up and don't end the sentence. Someone who is less kind or even less smart than me might continue, but with my unbeaten intellect, I quickly notice that if I told them both he's a pansy, he'll probably not take it well. Yes, it'll be far better not to say it out loud and let him stay in sweet ignorance.

Sadly, he must have noticed something because while I was thinking to myself, the compartment was filled with an embarrassing silence. At least it seems the girl noticed the truth because she's blushing again – clearly because of her stupidity. The boy now looks as if he planned to become a seat himself and escape attention forever. This all only suits me because I don't have to focus on my interaction with them and I can watch the corridor. Sadly, it doesn't seem that luck is on my side, which is heartbreaking and still it's very familiar to me. I never have luck! Seriously, have you ever meet someone who has less luck than me? Yes, I thought you haven't. I had to be brought into this magical world by Snape, for God's sake! Can you imagine it? Such a torture! He would always hit my perfect brains or appearance with a sneering remark and that is very cruel! And I had to undergo it only so that I could sleep in a filthy magical pub with magicians who were not beautiful at all and now I am going to a magical school where one of my teachers will be Snape himself and the Headmaster orders us what to wear and I don't have parents! Poor me!

And do you think luck is on my side now? No! I know that the Potter heir has glasses (every Potter so far had them) and so far no one with glasses came around me! At least the young boy from the red-haired family showed himself, but when I cheerfully waved at him and showed him that there are vacant seats here, he went quickly green and rushed into the compartment next to us. I only heard him say: "Anyone sitting here? Everywhere else is full." before he hastened to close the door. I just had to shake my head. Is he that dumb? He didn't even go through the whole train, how could he know that!? If he waited 'til he checked one more compartment, he'd have known that the compartment with me is almost empty! Seriously, why does anyone I meet turn up stupid, cowardly or evil? Or even ugly! Oh yeah, those twins from that family passed me shortly after, but they didn't even look at me and they ignored my gestures as well.

I sit down a little sadly. It seems that no one else wants to sit with me, which is a big and sad surprise but well, I'll have to live with it. I also must have missed the Potter boy; I don't know how, but the fact is I didn't see him. I look around me – there are only the pansy boy and the nerd girl. Not the material I wished to have, but they'll have to suffice. Oh well – it's time to befriend them!

"Do you look forward to being in Hogwarts? I must say I really do, it'll be so much fun!" I ask them. I don't even care for the answer – it's obvious that everyone does, I needn't have asked – but it's always a good idea to ask them something so they know you value their opinion. It doesn't work – the nerd looks at me completely bewildered and the boy tries to say something, but still shakily so I continue so that I cement their good feeling around me: "I mean, getting all the friends there, and learning even more magic than I know now, and just being the star of our classes, I can't wait for it! What about you?"
The nerd girl's eyes shine and she looks at me with new interest. "More magic than you know now? Which kinds of magic do you know? Did you also try to read your textbooks already?"

"Of course not, dear, I'm not a stupid nerd, I threw my books into my suitcase at once and they will probably stay there throughout my whole studies," I reassure her kindly. For some reason, this seems to anger her and now she looks at me as if I were some kind of heretic. That's bad, I have to undo the damage, therefore I continue: "But I am simply a magical person. My smile is just perfect, my face looks like a face of an angel, I am very kind and smart and I'm magically very powerful, obviously. Won't it be perfect to be my friend?"
"Your friend?" she hisses. "Definitely not! You're the most bigheaded, arrogant and self-righteous jerk I've ever known or read about!"
Oh no, this keeps going worse and worse. Did I mention today how unlucky I am?

"I don't think it's that bad, my dear... What's your name anyway?" I ask her. Then I remember I should actually try to befriend the other one as well, so I turn around to him and ask him as well: "And what's your name?" He looks up, obviously surprised, and he shakily says: "N-Neville." Neville – what a pansy name!
"Neville – what a sexy name!" I try to boost his confidence with a small wink, but he's pale again and he stubbornly looks out of the window.
"Sexy name?" harrumphs the nerd. "What's this nonsense? We're all only eleven! Frankly, I'm surprised poor Neville didn't shoot out of this compartment with you constantly frightening him! He'd be much better in any other compartment! Right, Neville?!"
Neville's eyes widen yet again and he almost shrinks in his seat. He shakes his head, not looking at us. In fact, he shakes so much that I would almost miss him shaking his head.
"Look! He says it himself, he's alright! Right, Neville?" I want to pat him on his back, but suddenly the door of our compartment slides open.

There is an old and wrinkled witch with a creaky cart out there. She smiles and says: "Anything off the cart, dears?" My two new friends look up and open their mouths, but I'm quicker.
"Oh, no, don't bother at all, I won't take anything, I'm on a diet. And my friend here as well." I quickly respond, pointing on Neville.
"Seriously!" the nerd shouts again. "How can you know that? Besides, Neville could have said it himself!"
"Oh, but even if he's not on a diet, it would help him to be even better-looking and he doesn't seem to be brave enough to want it," I wink at her.
The girl just huffs angrily and turns to Neville. "Tell me, do you want to buy anything? Don't mind her now, answer for yourself!"
The pansy boy, who have obviously calmed a little so far and the colour started to return to his cheeks, pales again and hastily shakes his head. "You see?" I smile at her. She narrows her eyes and stops the witch who is already closing the door: "Would you stay, please? I would like to buy something!" She throws a hateful look at me and continues: "I hope that someone won't try to stop me as well!"
"Don't worry, you can buy as much candy as you wish!" I confirm in a friendly way so that she can calm down and see the advantages of being my friend, "a diet wouldn't help you anyway! Right, Neville?" I turn on him so that the poor guy can finally join our conversation, but he starts bawling and runs away from our compartment in tears. What a pansy.

"Perfect, now look at what you've done," shouts the nerd girl, "you've made poor Neville run away!"
"That's not my fault, he probably just wants to be alone," I shrug.
"No wonder he wants to be alone when he's just met you," jeers the girl. That's really like a curse! I constantly try to befriend people and they're often the most heartless people who even make fun of me! Such a horror! I have a feeling that despite my very friendly attitude, this girl won't be my friend either.
"That was completely uncalled for!" I raise my voice for the first time. "I'm totally friendly to everyone I meet!"
"No, you aren't!" shouts the girl. "You're constantly belittling me! You brought Neville to tears! No wonder that no one else wanted to sit with you!"
"They would all want; they were just all already seated!" I retort quickly.
"Stop lying. I noticed the two times you made those funny gestures and no one came here. Besides, when we arrived here, there were still many people on the platform. No, no one wanted to sit with you, and I'm not surprised. Just look at yourself, you look like an overgrown Barbie and act like a total jerk!" By now, she seems to be almost on the verge of tears herself. Serves her right, she shouldn't have been such an insensitive jerk.
"No, I don't act like a jerk! I was perfectly friendly, I even asked for your name!" I continue proving her wrong, but she doesn't stop attacking me.
"Oh yes, you asked for my name! Such a great deed! It doesn't matter that you didn't even listen to me saying it, because you were already asking Neville, at least you asked!"
"Nice! So you see how friendly have I been?" I smile, but our conversation is interrupted once again.

This time it's Neville, he looks back into our compartment with his signature frightened and tearful expression.
"Did you see..." He starts asking the nerd girl, apparently not noticing me. It's time to show how great a friend I am!
"Yes, Neville, what was I supposed to see?" I gently ask him, which prompts him to look at me, pale again and move quickly to the next compartment.
"Honestly, you're terrible. Did no one tell you not to interrupt people's conversations?" flips the nerd girl into a rage again.
"Of course, I was being helpful!" I respond.
"Helpful? You call this helpful? You know, I can't put up with you anymore, I'm rather going to help Neville! This way I can at least do something productive!" she rages and storms off.

What an idiot. She honestly doesn't see how friendly I am? That's a hopeless case. Well, anyway, it seems that I'm alone for a while, so I take my make-up from my suitcase and genuinely smile at last. So far, this has been a terrible journey, but my favourite pastime will cheer me up without a doubt.