Snippet #2625144

Keoni
Miko was licking his tiny fingers trying to get every last crumb from his fur. He looked up suddenly when the compartment door slid open. He hopped into Keoni’s lap and glared at the young girl. Keoni watched as she put her luggage up on the rack next to his. She sat down and her cat curled up in her lap. Miko was not a fan of the owl and he began hissing violently. Keoni grabbed his muzzle as the girl began to speak. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting here. The other compartments are pretty crowded.” Keoni shrugged at her with wide eyes. She was pretty. “My name is Irma but you can call me Izzy or Iz.” She smiled at him expectantly, with her hand out stretched. He couldn’t shake it of course or else the Miko would get free.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Keoni realized he should introduce himself. “Names Keoni,” he grunted, struggling to keep hold of Miko. “This is Miko. He doesn’t like birds. Thinks he a bloody dog,” Keoni let out a sharp breath, sounding almost like a chuckle, but it was hard to tell with the snarls from Miko. “Miko, damnit if you don’t settle down I’m going to throw your oversized rodent ass—“ He caught himself and looked at the girl. “Stop it,” he finished, pinching Miko hard on his neck. The restless thing squealed and whimpered, but finally settled down in Keoni’s lap. He felt bad for his language but it was hard for him to control it. Not long after another young girl stepped in reading her book. She put her luggage up top, not acknowledging either of them. She sat down and continued reading. He stared at her, wondering if she would ever talk to them. Not that he minded either way. The train had just begun moving and he was looking forward to looking out the window. Miko lifted his head and sniffed at the girl but after getting scolded earlier, he didn’t do much else.

“Sorry, I’m Annabella. But you can call me Anna. Or Bella. Or Annabell. Or Ann. Or your supreme leader, whatever works for you.” She giggled and Keoni clenched his teeth to avoid rolling his eyes at her. What was it with girls and all their nicknames? Just say what you want to be called, jeez. “But no seriously call me whatever you want I don’t mind. Are you first years as well?”

Keoni blinked at her and scratched his head, making some of this curls stick out to the side. He nodded to her question. “Keoni,” He simply stated and began petting Miko. He glanced back and forth between the two girls. He wondered what house they wanted to be in. Then he began wondering what house he would be put in. Surely not Slytherin, he wasn’t quite “good” enough for them. Ravenclaw was his first choice and he thought he had a pretty good chance considering he was very intelligent for his age, despite the way he spoke and his general lack in social skills. Well, it wasn’t that he lacked them; it was that he’d just rather not talk to others unless they were his friends. He let his mind wander back to his mates in the city. They were probably headed off to school today. Were they missing him? If they didn’t notice at school, surely they would notice his absence when it was time to play soccer later on in the afternoon.


Saoirse

The two others sat down. They looked alike. Maybe they are siblings. She wondered, without much care either way. “I’m Saoirse. This is Joshua,” she smirked. They introduced themselves then began to argue in another language. Definitely siblings, she concluded silently. The girl didn’t recognize the language but she thought she heard a hint of a French accent. She took French classes all growing up, although she refused to speak it because it just reminded her of her horrible mother.

“What do you think?” Joshua asked, showing her his quick sketch. The corners of Sao’s mouth twitched as she admired his artwork. It didn’t last long before Scout fell from above. "Scout! How did you get out of your carrier? Scout. Don't give me that face.” Josh said as he looked up at Saoirse. "What? I couldn't risk leaving him at home now could I?" He asked innocently.

Saoirse shook her head and let a smile peek at her friend. “What can I say to you? I brought Salazar,” she shrugged as she pet her cat. Salazar initially hated Scout, but he has now become indifferent to the ferret. Joshua smiled and plopped Scout down from his shoulder into his lap.

Sao was about to say something when an exclamation of annoyance came from one of the two siting across from them. The sister had crossed her arms and was glaring at her brother. I wonder what he did.. Saoirse idly imagined what it would have been like to have siblings. Slowly her fantasy reached the dark parts of her thoughts. She worried if she would dream about one of these two people. More people she met just meant the more possibilities for bad things for her to see. She felt a nibble of fear, but swiftly pushed it away. Not the thought, just the fear. She had grown accustomed to things usually shifting like that in her head. It wasn’t that she favored the darkness, just she didn’t mind too much when it came impeding in her mind.

“What’s wrong?” asked Joshua. Sao shot him a look. She wasn’t in the mood to make conversation with strangers, but then again, when was she ever. She bit the inside of her cheek and decided it wouldn’t hurt to get to know them.