Rose Weasley sat with her head against the window of the Hogwart's Express, staring off into the English countryside. Across from her in the car were her family members. Albus, her cousin and James, his older brother were playing a smaller, portable version of wizard's chess. While they all sat here, both Hugo and Lily were at home, waiting impatiently for thier first trip to Hogwarts. Hugo and Lily were three years younger than Rose and Albus, who was extremely brilliant, much like his namesake. Rose was naturally smart as well, a talent she had inherited from her mother.
For Rose, this was her first train ride to Hogwarts. She was not sure how to feel. The people around her felt more like strangers than her family. Ever since her mother had kissed her goodbye and put her on this train, she had felt a huge wave of disconnect. Part of her knew it was due to her anticipation of what was to come this year, but another part felt like an outcast, even in her own family.
"I'm going to get something from the trolley. Anyone hungry?" she asked, suddenly feeling the need to escape from the quite confines of the room.
Albus glanced up, as if waking from a daze. His eyes ran over Rose's face, analyzing. Rose stared back at him, unblinking. "No thank you, Rose," Albus shook his head with a polite smile. He had always been the quietest of the group. James didn't even look at her. He waved his their hand at her, shooing her away. He had much more important things to worry about, like beating his brother at their chess game. Rose turned away from them and left the car, making sure to shut the door behind her.
Instead of heading towards the front of the train where she knew the kind old lady who sold sweets would be, she turned to her right and headed for the back. She passed through her entire car, noting which students appeared to be first years and which ones were clearly upperclassmen. When she reached the end of the train, she found an empty cabin. Checking to make sure no one was watching her; she slid the door open and entered.
She settled down by the window, facing out onto the moor and pulled a book out of the folds of her robes. The title of the book was Hogwarts: A History. It was a first edition, very old. Her mother had given it to her as a present. Rose enjoyed reading, but this particular book did not seem very interesting. Still, she opened to the first page and began to skim through the material, wondering if there was going to be some sort of pop quiz on it when she arrived to the famous school. She had only gotten about two paragraphs into the first page when someone entered the car. Startled, she jumped in her seat.
"Sorry," a boy about her age said quickly. "I didn't know anyone was in here. I was looking for some place quiet."
Rose smiled. "Me too. Care to join me?"
"Thanks," the boy smiled, his steely gray eyes peering at her through his long straight blonde locks. "My name's Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy." He extended his hand for her to shake as he came to sit down. Rose took it and gave it a firm shake, the way her father had taught her how to greet someone of importance. She couldn't place it, but some how the boy's last name sounded familiar. She decided it must be someone of importance. She knew a lot of wizarding families since both her parents worked for areas of the Ministry.
"Rose," she told him. He looked at what she was reading, and then back at her face. "Um, my mom gave it to me. She said it was her favorite book when she was my age."
"That's kind of weird," he commented with a smirk. He reached into the back part of his robes and pulled out a first edition of Quidditch Through the Ages. "My dad did the same thing," he held out the book for her to see.
Rose nodded with approval. "My little brother has the newest edition. He was so excited, because it covered the Chudley Cannon's win last year."
"Oh no!" Scorpius groaned. "Please tell me that you're not a fan of the Cannons."
"No," Rose laughed. "I have better taste than my brother. I cheered for the Bulgarians last year at the World Cup."
"Really?" he smiled. "They were my favorite. I can't believe they lost by only 30 points. It was devastating."
"I know," Rose agreed, putting her mother's book down on the seat beside her. The history of Hogwarts would have to wait. When it came to Quidditch, nothing else mattered. "I was so shocked that Graut would let Hammerstein catch the snitch so easily. It was probably the worst moment of my life."
"At least you got to see it," he said, pouting a little. "My dad wouldn't let me go. Said we didn't need tickets, that it wasn't important enough to waste our money on."
"But it's Quidditch," Rose argued, leaning forward slightly. "How can that not be important?"
"I don't know. I thought he would be more interested. He played on his house team when he attended Hogwarts."
"My dad too," she nodded. "What class was your father?"
"Didn't really have one. It was during the war. Things were chaotic. He doesn't like to talk about it. My mom told me once though."
Rose felt something in her stomach turn. "My parents were there for that too," she said softly. "They don't like to talk about it either." The two sat in silence for a long moment. Rose returned her gaze to the outside world. The long green meadows that stretched out onto the horizon flew by in a whirl of different shades. Once in a while a dash of color from a group of wild flowers or from a small cottage would interrupt the natural colors. "Is it your first year?" she asked, pulling herself away from the scene.
"Yeah," Scorpius grinned. "I wish it wasn't. I wish I was actually going into my third year."
"Oh, so you don't know anyone either than?"
"Not really," he laughed. Rose felt better immediately.
Rose opened her mouth to ask what house he wanted, when James opened the door to the cabin.
"Rose, what are you doing in here?" he asked the tone of his voice a bit sharp.
She looked at the boy across from her and then at her cousin, purely shocked.
"What are you doing here?" James growled again. He was staring directly at Scorpius.
Rose looked at her cousin and then to the boy she had just met. "What's going on?" she asked.
"Come on, Rose. We're going back to our cabin," Albus announced, grabbing her by the arm. James followed them. His eyes never strayed from where Scorpius was sitting.
"Rose," James growled again. She had never heard him use such a mean tone. Despite it, she found herself staring at the blonde boy across from her. "Let's go." Albus guided her out of the cabin, with James leading. The last thing she saw was those gray stormy eyes.