September 1 --- Train Ride
Today will be my first day at Hogwarts, and I’m so nervous. Professor Dumbledore is going to let me be in the Sorting Ceremony. At least he’s letting me go first so I don’t have to wait. I wonder what they will all say when they see me up there. “Why is she so old?” or “I thought you had to come here at the age of eleven.” I really hope I get Gryffindor and not Slytherin. I’ve heard so many bad things about the people who were in that house.
This little compartment is lonely without anybody in it. It’s go red velvet seats, red curtains, and big windows. There’s also a compartment for my smaller things that they allowed me to carry onto the train. I hope someone comes and sits with me so I’ll know somebody when I get there.
Knock. Knock. Oh goodness, there’s somebody at my door. I wonder who it could be? “Hi, I’m Harry, can we sit in here with you?” then his two friends peeked in behind him. “Sure, why not?” I wonder who this could be. “I’m Virginia, Virginia Calvert.” Who are these people? “I’m Harry, Harry Potter.” Oh my God! It’s Harry Potter! “These are my friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.” He nodded his head to each of them as he spoke. Harry and his friends then went to sit down. He sat down right beside me!
Hermione gave me the evil eye. She obviously has a thing for Harry. But, I don’t think she’s much competition for me in the looks category. Hermione might be closer to him than me, but her hair is just horrible, mine is silky smooth and dark brown. I mean, it’s all a mess, and it’s ratty looking. It’s just SO ugly. Not that I’m anyone to judge her, but I do have an opinion.
“So, Virginia, where did you go to school?” asked Ron. “You talk so funny. Where are you from?” What, is this 21 Questions or something?
“I’m from the one in the States. Willow University is its name. I lived in Alabama: it’s down South,” I’m so glad I am; now they might think I’m interesting.
“Virginia, what kind of grades did you make?” Hermione asked me with a certain look of ‘I know everything and you don’t’.
“I made straight A’s, or do you want me to say I’m stupid to make you feel smarter, eh?” I can’t believe I said that, but I did.
“No, I can’t believe someone would say that to ME. ME of all people,” Hermione got up and walked right over to me and bent down. “Just who do YOU think you are?”
“I think I’m a lot stronger than you,” I glared right up at her and began to rise, “I think you should sit back down Ms. Granger or go someplace else. Understood?”
“Fine! Ron, Harry, I’m leaving! Harry, you and this little tramp can sit in here together. Alone. Ron, come with me. Now!” Geez, she needs an attitude adjustment.
“Alright woman, don’t have a cow,” and with that they left.
Harry looked over at me, astonished. “I can’t believe you just did that. No one has ever made her that mad. You’re pretty good,” he shook my hand, “thank you, she needed a dose of reality.” Harry and I sat there and talked all the way to Hogwarts.
