~Terra~

I pull on ripped jeans, a form-fitting red sweater, and my maroon tennis shoes. Lacing up my maroon tennis shoes, I glance around my room one last time. It's small and compact but cozy. I grab my leather suitcase, riffle through it. I have everything- my Nimbus 2000, my cauldron, books and robes, my broom-polishing kit, my red and gold purse with my money, my collection of scented candles, my scops owl, Fae, and my regular clothes. I pull a hair tie off my wrist as I walk downstairs, quickly braiding my hair in a side plait. I grabbed some toast. "It's almost time to go, Terra," my mom said. I scarfed down the toast and grabbed my suitcase. 

~Some time later~

I walk through the barrier and board the train. I'm early- it's only 10:45. I find an empty compartment and sit down. I take Fae's cage out and wait for Brian, Melinda, and Sparrow. Brian comes first, then Melinda, then Sparrow. Melinda is in a fuss as usual. It's kind of regular- she's Slytherin, after all, but she's rather nice sometimes.

Name: Sia Kyle

Age/Year: 13, third

Gender: Female

House: Ravenclaw

Appearance: Black hair, brown eyes (Asian). Hair usually in a ponytail with a headband. Tall. Nerd glasses (black rimmed) but not thick. Carries around a blue canvas backpack always with an extra pen and pencil (to share!), some snack (also to share!), a small notepad (it's her journal/sketchbook), and a book to read between classes. In uniform: skirt, robes, sweater, tie. Out of uniform: Hoodies, sweaters, t-shirts, leggings, jeans. 

Personality: Cheerful, practical. Likes her friends but despises people who gossip, act rude or unruly, or are obsessed with grudges (she feels, why bother?) 

Blood status: Muggle-born

Sia~

I push my trunk up into the rack and slide into a seat in the compartment, dropping my backpack onto the floor at my feet. I've been here for a while (since 10:00), but I was walking up and down the train and the platform. Luckily I found my friends before we got going. Sparrow, Terra, Brian, and Melinda are already inside. Melinda has her wand out, her cat purring like an engine on her lap, and a frown. Sparrow is digging in her own bag for something: looks like she got into the compartment moments before I did. Terra's rebraiding her hair in a side braid, deftly moving her fingers with the strands of auburn. Brian is tapping his fingers on the seat as he chats with Terra about Quidditch. 

"Did you see the Tornadoes' last game?" he's asking as I walk in. "Oh, hi, Sia!"

"'Lo, Brian. Hi, Terra, Sparrow, Melinda."

"Third year now," comments Sparrow, next to me on the seat. Melinda is up against the window on the same side, and Terra and Brian are across from us, Terra's owl and Brian's toad on the empty seat between them. "Ready for it?"

I grin, taking my textbook out of my bag. "This is the year we choose classes!"

Sparrow smiles. "Yep. I think you and I are probably in many of the same."

Just then, a whistle sounds and steam rises to cover the window. The train moves past the platform, and Brian opens the window to enthusiastically wave to his family on the platform. "See you at the end of the year!"

Terra looks across at us. "Third year's started." 

Ha! I forgot Ancient Runes! That'll be Professor Charles Walter. 

Sparrow~
The train lurches, then takes off. I take my cat, Ricochet, out of his carrier, stroking his black-with-brown-splotches fur as we ride.

"What classes do you think you'll take?" I ask. "I was thinking definitely Arithmancy and Ancient Runes."

We start to make conversation, laughing and joking until the trolley comes by. I buy a few chocolate frogs and cauldron cakes, plus one butterbeer, and re-enter the compartment.

The train is really whizzing by now. I pull on my robes quickly and gaze out of the window, watching the scenery. It may be dizzying for some people, but not me.

Sia~

Melinda stands up, her cat leaping off her lap and under the seat. "What's going on?" Terra says, leaning forwards, eyes widening.

Sparrow bites her lip and gets out her wand. Together, wands drawn, we slide open the compartment door. 

Is it too late for me to join??

Alright!

Name: Felix Addison

Age/year: 13, third year

Gender: Male

House: Hufflepuff

Appearance:  Honey-colored hair, and a similar shade of his eyes. Freckled skin, large feet.

Personality: An exceptionally hard worker and trustworthy friend, as a Hufflepuff should be, but a little on the daredevil side, which I will explain in "other".  

Blood status: Pure blood. He loves muggles and half-bloods, though, as he was raised in a muggle community, because his parents wanted to learn about muggle culture.

Other: Felix is named after Felix Felicis, the luck potion, aka liquid luck. He was given this name because his mother accidently dropped him on the day he was born. He was absolutely fine, and survived many more dangerous situations by sheer luck. His parents warned him not to get too careless, because the aura of luck would not shield him from everything. He still risks it sometimes, though.

Sia~

We return to the compartment, settling back down. For a moment, I recalled the adventures people used to have in the older days at Hogwarts: fighting Dark wizards, being heroes, discovering parts of the castle. Hogwarts had been just a regular school for a few years now, but the days of Dumbledore's Army aren't long ago. 

I get out my book, a present from my aunt before the school year.  Muggle-born, I still read muggle books, and recommend them to my more wizardy friends at Hogwarts. Sparrow gazes at the scenery and nibbles a cauldron cake, Melinda strokes her cat and feeds him kibble bits from her pocket,  and Terra practices charms on a tassel of her gryffindor scarf poking out of her bag, making it twitch in the air. Brian leans against the window, dozing off. I read as the train speeds through the countryside. 

I wake from a doze to see that it's gotten dark and that the glimmer of lights from Hogsmeade can be seen in the distance. I close my book and take my robes out of my bag, pulling them over my head. We're almost at Hogwarts. 

I'm just gonna try to squeeze my character into the story.

Felix~

I sat in a compartment with a bunch of second year Slytherins, no one saying much to each other the entire journey. Eventually, I dozed off... 

I was sound asleep when the train pulled into Hogsmeade Station, so much so that I almost didn't hear the conductor's cry of departure. I quickly scrambled to pick up my trunk and owl, bumping my head on the compartment's ceiling, and just barely leaped off the train before it left again.

How lucky of me.

Most of the carriages were already full by the time I got to them, due to my delay, but I managed to squeeze into one already packed with what appeared to be mostly third years. Excellent. It would be easy to befriend them.

I stuck out my palm to the students. 'I don't believe we've met before.I'm FeIix."