Interstellar || Draco Malfoy

2 || Platform 9 ¾

Despite being within walking distance of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall insisted the newly named witch be taken to Platform 9 ¾ where she could ride the Hogwarts Express like all the other first years. Desdemona agreed, not wanting to miss out on an experience of a lifetime. The professor waved her wand, and suddenly all of Desdemona's belongings were neatly packed away in a trunk. With a nod of approval, Professor McGonagall held her arm out to Desdemona. The young girl took the professor's arm with an excited feeling spreading across her chest.

Apparating alongside someone for the first time is disorienting, especially for someone who had little to no magical experience. So, when Desdemona detatched herself from Professor McGonagall and ducked into the restroom, the professor didn't even bat an eye. She waited patiently for the girl, stroking the caged owl gently and glaring at any passersby that gave her any funny looks.

Once Desdemona returned from the restroom, Professor McGonagall led her onto the platforms. Desdemona found herself confused as she looked at her ticket and then looked around. There was no Platform 9 ¾, there were only Platforms 9 and 10 as far as Desdemona could see. She turned to ask McGonagall about the Platform, but found that the professor had left her alone and confused.

Just as she was about to sit on her trunk and wait for the Professor to return, she caught sight of a red haired woman fussing about muggles on the platforms. Desdemona watched as she sent- presumably- her children running straight at the wall between Platforms 9 and 10. She followed after her children and a raven haired boy, clutching onto a red haired girl. Desdemona took note of this, and decided that they were most likely a family of witches and wizards.

Trusting in a family of complete strangers, Desdemona pushed her trolley into the wall between Platforms 9 and 10, emerging onto a hidden platform full of people. On the left side of the platform sat a beautiful train- The Hogwarts Express. Rather than admiring the train like she wanted to, Desdemona took her trunk and her owl and boarded the train. She found herself an empty compartment and struggled slightly to push her trunk into the overhead compartment.

Settling her snowy owl on the seat beside her, Desdemona got comfortable in the compartment seat. She eyed the families sending their children off to school, feeling a bubble of envy settle in the pit of her stomach. She would never get to see her own parents' smiling faces waving at her from the platform, seeing her off to school. She'd never get to see the proud smile of her father, or the sad smile of her mother. Because she was told by the horrid woman who ran the orphanage that her parents were dead- and that they didn't even want her when she was alive.

Desdemona's eyes focused again, forcing herself out of her own thoughts. The scenery had changed, and instead of seeing the faces of parents and families, she was looking at the beautiful green countryside. She blinked, realizing that while she was distracted the Hogwarts Express had left the platform.

Shaking her head, she reached into the pocket of her trunk, pulling out Hogwarts: A History. She wanted to finish the last few chapters before getting to school, and figured that on the train was the best time to do it. She was fully immersed, drinking in the information the book provided. She was enthralled by magic in general, and couldn't wait to learn all she could about Hogwarts and her secrets. So enthralled, that she hadn't even heard the compartment door slam open.

A blonde boy, wearing a proud smirk on his face, led two boys into the compartment. The trio settled noisily onto the bench across from Desdemona, causing her owl to stir and coo. The sound of her owl brought Desdemona out of her reading, and her eyes focused on the trio of confused looking boys.

"Hello?" She offered them a sarcastic greeting, prompting the blonde boy's nostrils to flare.

"Do you know who I am?" He'd snapped harshly, glaring at Desdemona. The girl stood, sliding her book back into her trunk before turning back to the blonde boy and his friends.

"No." She told him honestly, not even remotely phased by his harshness. "Should I?"

"The name is Malfoy," The blonde boasted proudly. "Draco Malfoy."

"Nice to meet you." Desdemona spoke politely. "I'm Desdemona Littlesea. And you two are?"

"That's Crabbe," Draco answered for the boys, pointing to each of them. "And that's Goyle."

Desdemona nodded at the new information, standing again to reach for her trunk. She'd tugged her new robes out of the trunk, and excused herself from the compartment.

As Desdemona left the compartment, Draco Malfoy sat in his seat, staring after the girl. Something about her personality had intrigued Draco, and he was left wanting to learn more about the enigmatic girl he'd just had the pleasure of meeting.