Honey & Venom

First Year

I was sitting on the train, reading English translated Russian literature. My cabin was empty but I knew it wouldn't be for long. The train was getting crowded. A few people had peaked into my compartment and passed me by. While I was reading I heard a voice.

"Oh look. A Potter fan!" I heard and looked out the door to see a blonde boy.

"Excuse me?" I pardoned, leaking my western accent.

"And an American at that!" The boy laughed. "Let me guess. You heard about the wonder boy and moved to England just to catch a glimpse at the Harry Potter.

"I'm sorry but what are you on about?" I put my book down and drove my eyes to meet the boy who I could guess was a year older than me. "Harry Potter? The boy didn't do anything special. He was just a baby when he survived. His mother is the one who fought off the curse if I understand correctly." I knew the story fairly well, it was famous even in America.

"Name? Blood Status?" The blonde asked.

"Mira Anastasia Priroda. B positive." I answered and he snarled. I chuckled and knew what he meant. "Pure blood."

"So why the hell do you have round glasses?" He asked judgementally.

"I didn't realize only person could have round glasses. Not to mention mine are much larger than Harry Potter's from the picture I've seen." I rolled my eyes at his remark. His eyes narrowed curiously

"Hope to see you in the Slytherin House." He smiled
"I suppose you've got enough room in here for you. I will see you after the sorting Priroda." And he left.

'Nice kid' I thought to myself and went back to my book. Next think I  knew a body was shoved into me compartment as two large boys passed, pushing a small boy onto the floor of the area.

"Owe" the boy groaned and rubbed his head where he hit under the window.

"Are you okay?" I asked the boy, Benjamin (my cat), woke up and stood on top of him. The young male patted the cat's head.

"Yeah, thanks." He sat up and heaved himself into the bench in front of me. "Are you a first year too?"The boy asked.

"Yeah. I'm Mira Priroda." I smiled.

"I'm Otis Larkspur." He smiled in return.

Otis was a skinny boy, none of his robes seemed to fit properly, his hair was unevenly trimmed and he had crooked over sized glasses like mine only his were square and thick.

"What's your blood status Otis?" I asked.

"Woah. First name already? You're really friendly huh? I'm a half blood, dunno where my lineage is, both me parents died when I was a wee lad. Lived with me muggle grandparents me whole life. Always known I was wizard but had to keep it a secret. It was especially tough being a Metamorphmagus."

"Woah neat!" I shouted, having never met a Metamorphmagus before.

"Yeah haha." He laughed. "Wanna see?"

I nodded my head furiously.

Otis scrunched up his face and it slowly morphed into my own.

"Oh wow!" I gasped and stared at the boy with my face.

"Just don't tell anyone. It's my only way to make friends and if everyone knows it won't be a surprise anymore." The boy changed his face back to his own.

"Radical!" A boy I didn't notice said standing in the doorway. He was a handsome guy, not at all awkward looking like me and Otis. This tall boy practically oozed confidence.