Harry Potter [CLOSED]

(I'll start^^)

Xavier waits patiently at the train station. Another year of going to Hogwarts. He sighs softly and looks around at the families that were sending their kids off. And then, there was Xavier. Alone, standing on the platform, lugging his luggage from home. He sighs softly.

Skye was starting her fifth year- the most busiest and stressful year. She let out a huge sigh.

He pulls his luggage into the train, fixing his robes, he found them more comfortable than wearing those pesky business clothes his parents made him wear. He walks to an empty seat and enters, placing his luggage away and sitting down heavily. Fifth year. Great.

Rowen sat on the train, already boarded. Her luggage sat at her feet and on a rack above the seats. She was awaiting her friends to arrive, saving as much space as possible for them.

(Should they meet on the train or…?)

(Sure)

(Yeah)

Skye sighed, all the seats by her friends were taken.

Xavier stares out the window. Not many people wanted to sit next to a Slytherin and he didn't blame them. His house had a bad name. But he was plenty proof that some where just sorted into the house. He had ambition, yes. He could be sly or tricky, but he wasn't mean. Heaven forbid he kills a fly.

“Heyyy, can I sit here?” Skye shyly asked, popping her head in the… uh room thing in which they sit in. (She’s asking Xavier.)

Xavier nods, looking up. His piercing green eyes seem to scan her before he nods silently. He shifts, a little confused. Not a lot of people talked to him, but he was fine with letting the girl sit in there. He lets out a soft sigh, returning his gaze back outside.

“Thank you,” She said, letting out an inaudible sigh of relief. After a little grumbling, she sat in her seat primly.

Xavier twists his wand in his hands, nodding when she talked. He wasn't exactly sure what to say to the female, so he kept quiet. He wasn't exactly sure what to do or how to act since he rarely interacted with others.

Skye looked at the boy, he was quiet. She didn’t know whether he wanted to talk but just couldn’t start a conversation, or if he just didn’t want to talk. Gosh darn it, why can’t I read people? She thought clenching her robes tightly, then after taking a deep breath she let them go. “So, what’s your name?” She asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Xavier." His voice was light, gentle and not to deep. He looks towards the female, "And you?" He asks curiously. She was pretty, now that he looked her more carefully. He offers a small smile.

Skye smiled, it was not the latter one. Probably. She couldn’t read people too well. “Skye,” She said, wearing a smile.

Xavier nods, testing the name on his tongue. He liked it. He sits up slowly. He was fairly built, more lean then muscled, but he didn't mind.

“What’s your house?” Skye asked. Right after she asked that, she realized that wasn’t too wise of a question. He may be sensitive on that topic. She didn’t want to scare away the cute boy.

He looks down, biting his lip as he shifts, "I'm a Slytherin." He says after a moment. He looks at Skye, "What house are you in?"

“Ooh, that’s a nice house.” Skye said genuinely, she sometimes wanted to be in Slytherin, “I’m a Ravenclaw.”

He blinks then shakes his head, smiling at her. "The Ravenclaw house seems pretty neat." He says, brushing his hair from his face.

“Isn’t Slytherin as well?”

"Really depends on who you're friends with." He says, shrugging. "Most of them are pricks."

“Oh,” Skye frowned, “but you’re not one of them.”

He shrugs, "I prefer my time in the library reading or practicing magic." He shrugs.

“That’s what I like to do, except I also like to draw.”

He nods, humming slightly as he brushes his hair back again. He wasn't exactly good at small talk, or talking at all, so Skye was a freaking miracle to him.

“What year are you in?” She asked, keeping the conversation flowing.

"5th." He answers, smiling. "What about you?" He slips his wand in his sleeve.