New Girl (Draco X Reader)

Chapter one

The train station was loud and obnoxious how everyone pushed and shoved, nearly pushing you over the edge of your patience. What did you expect though? London was a big city, more busy people, less time to do those things in. Now that you had loaded your bag-which you had charmed so it could fit all your supplies and personal items into it-on board, quickly throwing it into the last train car where you assumed you would be sitting, you hopped off the huge thing to speak with your mother but she ended up just holding you there in silence while you awaited for her to be done.

    Your mother was almost as nervous as you, or so you assumed by the way she was attacking your scalp with her bitten off fingernails. You already knew where your bad habit of picking at your skin or scabs came from. You hadn't tried to stop her up until this point because. . . well you didn't want to make a scene.

    "Mother, stop it," You hissed nervously, your pointer finger starting to pick at the hang nail on your thumb to accommodate the unpleasant jitters you were getting from just being around this huge- and you meant huge- contraption. You'd never seen a train this big before, the one you always rode to Waverly on only had enough cars to accommodate the number of students that year and that was never a ton. This school must've been huge, what if you got lost? You'd be wandering around for days before anyone found you! And that might be never, seeing as you were going to be stuck as the weirdo out cast for the rest of your days. Maybe you'd be lucky if you fell into the lowest ranks with at least someone to vent to. You just wanted to throw your head back and wail out like an alley cat stuck out in the cold but you didn't because you were a teenage wizard. Not a cat. Even if you could probably muster up some spell or potion to change yourself into one, just so you could slink away and hide from all the curious gazes strangers were throwing you. Like they hadn't ever seen a girl like yourself before and you seriously weren't anything special.

    Your mother huffed indignantly, combing her fingers through your once neat (H/C) hair once more before letting her skinny hands drop to your shoulders, using you as an anchor.

    "I'm sorry, (Name)," She whispered, patting your shoulders gently before spinning you around to face her. You were wearing what you felt most comfortable in. If they asked you to change fine, but until then you felt more at home in these clothes.your weekend clothes which pretty much consisted of a bra,blue jeans,socks, and a/an (F/C) t-shirt. If you lifted the collar of the sweater to your nose you could almost smell the mahogany and magical essence protruding from the flimsy fabric, a more than common scent from back home. Mother gave you a firm shake, knocking you out of your daydream.

    "I don't expect any less from you just because of a new environment, alright, (Name)?" She told you sternly, (E/C) pools locking with your identical ones in a warning gesture.

    "Write to me," You said simply, you weren't asking her to. You were downright demanding it. During the course of the break between your 'year two' as it was apparently called and 'year three' your mother and you had been on some very bad terms. You had also developed a habit of mouthing off whenever you pleased, not that you didn't already make that a habit around your comrades and house mates. No wonder you were a very popular girl, you didn't take anyone's bull crap, but you would've never spoken to your mother or father than way, at least not until everything was flip flopped. The first time a retort slipped from your chapped lips you had covered your mouth and tried to apologize, but apparently that made it worse. Many nights were filled with pointless arguments that normally ended with you sitting in your room, alone and sad. If it wasn't for Robyn constantly visiting you,telling you it'd be alright, you would have probably sunk into a depression like no other. Lately, however, now that you were about to go into what you assumed your worst social nightmare might be, you started opening up to mother and in turn she did the same.

    "I will, I promise," She said in the same firm, motherly tone but this time it wasn't warning you it was. . .determined.

    "Good," was all you said in a breathy whisper, glancing back at the train before quickly turning back to face your mother, so you wouldn't be captivated by the butterflies in your stomach or the awe of the machine's existence.

    "I love you, be safe. a-and You'll be fine," She promised, touching your cheek with her smooth hands in a ginger gesture of affection. You just jerked your head away with a snort, but you appreciated the effort deep down.

    "Don't jinx me. But, I love you,too," You rolled your eyes moodily but you added the last part with as much sincerity as you could have mustered for her, giving her a speedy hug before you turned to board the train. You were now wearing pitch black jeans that tucked into the ashy gray boots mum had bought you as a peace offering. Which was topped off with a (F/C) button up blouse and Waverly provided slub-knit sweater with your treasured house scarf wrapped around your neck. Some things you just refused to work out of your daily life, some things you were forced to. Like Robyn, you wouldn't see her until the break months when she came down to England to visit her uncle and now, you.

    Swinging into the skinny hallway you saw that most of the cars had been taken by each little coven of friends but you were pretty sure you'd be able to find an empty car if you looked around long enough. Stomach quivering with fear you walked down the slightly cramped hallway only to fine it went on for a bit more before any actual seats came up- which seemed to be in little glass boxes? A few foot steps into the main walkway the train started to move jarring you considerably as you fell against a, thankfully, blank wall. You didn't want to look like a klutz before you even met these wizards.

    Standing up straight again and making your way down the hallway you looked through the foggy glass doors to see all kinds of different students, red haired, freckled, wore glasses, pimples, ugly, cute, frizzy haired and one even had a scar the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead. He was the only one to pay you any mind, waving at you through the glass. You waved back sheepishly, but seeing as all the seats in the scar-face's little room were filled, you moved on quickly so you didn't have time to feel rejected. You were just the fresh meat, anyways. You weren't going to be fresh for long though, you'd be dead and rotting by the time you got there if you got caught by the wrong crowd and you knew for a fact that every school had one of those groups that was all that. Hell, you were a part of one of those dominating popular groups. Once. 'Sept your mates weren't snooty bastards that you'd only ever read about in books, that bullied everyone they didn't approve of and were born and bred into wealthy families. Unlike your parents who had at one point collected all the coins in the couch, under the beds and in the closets to buy you school clothes you actually fit in. The cashier thought the three of you were crazy. It may have not been the best of lives but you enjoyed it and you wouldn't have changed it for anything.

    'This train is really fancy,' came your inner voice, just talking to yourself to keep from coming up with worse possible scenarios 'Mostly private seating? Geez, I've rode on basic bus seating for my entire life. . .' The thought about your old academy transportation just made you feel even more homesick than before.

    Becoming more frustrated by the minute, with this weird portable board rooms and just general problems, you turned to the last door and peered through the glass, it seemed to only have one occupant and plenty of space so you slid open the door and stepped in without hesitation, shutting it with a soft click. You took a quick look at the other occupant, he was leaned against the window, seemingly studying the out side whirring by. The other thing you noticed was that he was dressed pretty nicely for just another school kid, slacks and a dress shirt.

    "Hello," You greeted softly, almost wondering if he was asleep. If he had been you rather hoped he'd stay that way, but to your utter surprise he only yawned tiredly and turned to you with glazed steel eyes that lit up with curiosity once they found your lone figure. Raising an eyebrow he scoped you in the same way you had done to him only moments before, only now you both could see each others faces. Once he was finally done analyzing you, he looked up and with a smooth voice, asked a very simple question,

     "What's your name?"