People looked at me strangely as I walked down the Hogwarts Express. I looked at them strangely, too. I ended up sitting in a cabin all by myself, with the occasional person walking by, mistaking me for their girlfriend. I sat seething in my seat.
First thing, I was a singer. A singer who's songs skyrocketed up the charts, knocking down legends Rhianna and Taylor Swift. A singer who captured girl's hearts all across the world with a single hair flip. A singer who sold out stadiums of over 20,000 fans.
And now I'm a wizard who gets his ass stuck in walls.
A knock on my cabin door snapped me out of my silent cursing. "I AM NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" I yelled, not looking to see who it was.
"I...I'm sorry," said a voice I recognized. I turned to see who it was. Turned out it was Elizabeth and Mark.
"Sorry," I muttered, opening the door for them. Elizabeth sat down across from me, and Mark next to her.
"So how do you know each other?" I asked after the train started moving.
"We became friends in 1st year," Elizabeth said. "Call me Beth."
"Okay, Beth," I said. "Where are you from?"
"I live in London with my Godparents. My parents, mixed-blood wizards, were killed by you-know-who," she answered.
"I-do-not-know-who," I replied.
"Lord Voldemort," she said, making Mark cower. "A Dark Wizard who kills innocent people."
"Ah. Gotcha," I said. "And you?" I looked at Mark.
"I live with my parents and sister," he told me.
There was a knock on the door. Beth opened it to find a woman with a candy trolley-looking thing outside of it. "Anything for you, dears?" she asked.
"Yes, please. A box of Every Flavor Beans, some chocolate frogs, and Fizzing Whizzbees," she said. Mark got the same.
"And you, dear?" she asked me. I shook my head and thanked her.
"Try this," Beth said, holding out a red jelly bean. I took it and put it in my mouth. About 2 seconds later, my eyes starting tearing up and I spit it out.
"What was that?" I demanded.
"A jalapeno jelly bean," she said casually, trying to open a box of something. "Could you open this?" she asked me.
"Will it explode?"
"No."
I took the box from her and opened it. Out popped a walking frog, making me scream like a girl. It started to hop all over me and went down my pants. Screaming louder, I jumped out into the hallway, doing a cross between a penguin waddle and a pencil jump. People started to stare. Not knowing what to do, I impulsively ripped off my robes and the frog jumped out.
Satisfied, I picked up my robes to put them back on, not knowing everyone was staring at me. After I looked up, the kids started to laugh hysterically. I don't think I'm going to get used to this.
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