Hazel's P.O.V

I strolled along the Hogwarts Express. Finally! I was actually, really going to Hogwarts!

"So Alice," I beamed at my best friend. "Exciting, isn't it?"

Alice smiled back. "Yeah, I know!" Then, I saw some of our best enemies. Oh no! How come THEY could come to make our life Hell even at Hogwarts?

"Hey Alice." Kayla croons. We both look up, amazed. KAYLA talk to ALICE? This was unheard of!

"Kayla." I  scowled. Urgh.

"Hazel." She replied. "Anyway Alice. Want to hang out with us for a while?" And with that, Kayla grabbed Alice's arm and dragged her away. Alice threw me an apologetic look as she and Kayla's posse chose a carriage and disappeared from view.

HOW WAS THIS FAIR? MY BEST FRIEND HAD JUST LEFT ME FOR OUR WORST ENEMIES! I HOPED SHE GOT SORTED INTO SLYTHERIN, THE HORRIBLE TRAITOR!

I walked into an almost empty carriage. The only other person in there was a girl my age, staring out of the window.

"Mind if I sit here?" I asked. The girl turned around. She didn't reply though. She just gave me a look. It's kind of hard to describe the look. It was almost as if she were studying me, going through everything about me. It was slightly creepy, the look. I later discovered that she looked at everyone like this, deducing their strengths and weaknesses.

"Hello?" I asked. "Is it okay for me to sit here?"

The girl nodded.

"Great!" I smiled. "I'm Hazel Jackson."

The girl was still silent.

"Why is nobody sitting in here with you?" I asked her.

"You have a cat." She said. "A ginger one. Medium sized, and it's called Firewhiskey."

I looked at her, amazed. "How do you know?" It was obvious that my day had just got weirder.