'Do you really think it matters who I come from. It doesn't.'
Genevieve Lowry had always been different, unusual to those who didn't know her. From a young age she had been the 'Weird Little Girl' in her village. Raised by her father, she showed ten...
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⏤ REMUS LUPIN NEVER EXPECTED THAT he'd become friends with somebody so quickly. He thought he'd be spending his journey on the Hogwarts Express alone, and probably wouldn't make any friends until the classes began. However, the kids nature of Genevieve had settled his nerves when she had introduced herself to him.
He was of course skeptical, not knowing if he could fully trust her, but also not wanting to scare away the only friend he had ever had, besides his mother. He decided to keep quiet about his ongoing dilemma, not wanting to lose the friend he had already gained.
Genevieve opened up the bag her father had helped her pack and pulled out an orange plastic bottle. Remus looked at it curious. "It's Irn-Bru. Would yer like one?" She offered pulling another bottle out. "My Da gave me about three incase I wanted 'em."
Holding it out to him. Remus smiled, thanking her as he took the bottle. "So you're Scottish?"
Genevieve chuckled, nodding. "Aye, not like my accent gave that away." She joked. He smirked up at her. "Was a pain in the arse trynna get down here." She continued.
Remus tilted his head, confused. "How come?"
Genevieve scratched the back of her neck nervously. "My Da's a Muggle." She explained.
Remus smiled. "My mum is as well." He watched Genevieve's reaction change quickly from nervous to calm. "Is your mum a witch or?"
Genevieve shrugged. "I dinnae ken. My Ma left when I three. I dinnae remember her."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." Remus apologised almost immediately, guilt settling in his gut.
She shook a dismissive hand to him. "Yer dinnae ken, it's fine." She smiled to reassure him. Genevieve didn't remember her mother very well, only small bits and pieces from buried memories. "So is yer Da a wizard?" Remus nodded. "That's cool."
The pair fell quiet, listening to the bustling of the children outside as they ran trying to find a compartment. "Are you nervous?" Remus suddenly asked her. "For the Sorting Ceremony?"
Genevieve shrugged. "I dinnae ken what to expect. I dinnae really care what house I get in." Remus nodded understandingly.
Suddenly, the door to their compartment burst open and Genevieve turned to the sight of two boys. They both looked quite different, one dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt along with a small pair of glasses that sat on his nose, his hair a mess. The other was dressed more reserved in a suit, his hair around the same length of the first boy.
"Ah, a compartment, finally." The casual looking boy spoke up.
"Aye, it is. It dinnae mean that yer can stay." Genevieve spat rudely.
