Snippet #2625994

Aaron was furious. Beyond furious. But he was too nice to yell at his mother. You'd think with all the pampering and simpering that he would grow up to be a great wizard, get into slytherin, and be bloody fantastic, she'd actually manage to get him to the train on time! But no, the train was actually just starting its crawl out of the station when Aaron hopped on board. Aaron was currently fuming in the corner of a cramped compartment. Four other kids were in there, none of them too pleased that he was there. It was three fourth years and two fifth years. He was scared witless as they all sort of ignored him. He was trying feebly to read one of his spell books. The three fourth years were gryphindoor girls, and they were chatting loudly about quidditch. Aaron wanted to give a few quips about the sport, but figured he should stay out of the conversation. The two fifth years were a boy and girl, and they didn't really talk much. They just snogged next to him, which made him terribly uncomfortable. So Aaron was stuck, staring out the window, when he saw a couple figures outside the train, almost as if following it. Aaron furrowed his brow and squinted out into the distance, but the next second, they were gone.

"Huh, hey did anyone else..." Aaron started to say, before trailing off when he noticed no one was listening. He sighed and got up, taking his owl Remy and his puffskein Alfie with him. He quickly exited the compartment and made his way down the corridor, peeking in rooms, hoping to maybe find some other first years or at least a less crowded compartment. A few compartments down he found one with only three kids inside, all looking fairly young. He knocked hesitantly on the glass before pushing open the door a bit.

"Er, excuse me, do you mind if I come sit in here? I got here late and got stuck in a compartment with five other people, all way older than me. My name is Aaron Wicks," he said, smiling. Please let me sit here, please let me sit here, please.