Anabeth entered, “Hey, sleepyhead!”
“Hi, Ana,” I grinned.
“Almost the-ere!” she sing-songed.
“Yep.”
My stomach turned as the train stopped.
I sighed and stepped up on the seat. I tossed my purse down to the floor, got the smaller suitcase and placed it on the seat.
“Anabeth,” I said in an accidentally whiny voice, “can you help me with this?”
“Sure!”
She got on the other side and we eventually got the big suitcase down together. It was then that I only just noticed that her suitcases were by the door.
“Okay, well, I guess we should get going,” Anabeth said. She left and I followed.
I dragged my luggage down the steps and Anabeth had found someone who was supposed to take our luggage. We gave our luggage away and got on a boat with a boy named Caine Showroar. He had sleek jet black hair, a color not unlike my own. He had golden eyes, very different than my violet ones. Anabeth tried to make small talk.
“Hi!” she smiled.
“Hello…” he answered.
“I’m Anabeth Tibbitt! And you are?” she tried.
“Caine Showroar.”
“Nice to meet you, Caine! This is my friend Francesca Maxley.”
He turned to me and looked me up and down. I raised an eyebrow as he said, “Hey.”
“Um, hi,” I replied simply.
It was then we had to get off.
All first years
entered the Great Hall the same way: nervous and excited.
Speech said, stool out, sorted started.
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