[Alvynear & Vervatine] Harry Potter and the Book He Doesn't Appear In
This summer had been hellish, a true nightmare for one Lysandre Pravery. His parents seemed to reproach him to have stopped his relationship with a girl that had finally revealed herself to be only with him for his money, status and bloodline and had pushed him into all sort of social gatherings, from balls to tea parties in hope of setting him up with some money digger or one kind or another to 'preserve their noble and pure line'. He didn't care for the status or the purity, the only thing he wanted in a lover was honor and a sense of traditions, a thing that most girls thoroughly lacked, it seemed. This pitiful summer was the reason the dark blond haired young wizard found himself alone in an isolated compartment nursing a killer headache after a shouting match with his mother when he refused to date one of her friends' daughter.
Leaning his aching head against the cool glass of the nearby compartment window, Lysandre issued a long sigh as he tried to not think about anything for once, for, in his state, thinking brought hurt. It was remotely quiet here, and, with the sky being overcast today, no pesky ray of sunlight was piercing his sensitive eyes. Relatively unmolested, he slowly relaxed and bought himself in a doze, his handsome visage becoming soft and peaceful in his slumber. He needed to sleep and recuperate before the hellish chaos surrounding Hogwarts would reach his pounding skull, after all, and was nearly completely asleep when his oasis of peace was trespassed by the loud bang of an open compartment door – his compartment door, and the loudness of the train reached him, along with the voice of a young witch who he did not know.
Fantastic, it was just his luck...
The girl who stood in the door was a gangly, tall thing with short blue hair that hung in two tufts over her ears, and she was talking to her shirt as she entered the car. "Yeah, I know, people everywhere, but I think we found..." She trailed off, her powder-blue eyes widening marginally as she spotted the Slytherin boy curled up in his seat. The girl shut the compartment door behind her, quite accidentally, and the bang made her jump. Collecting herself, the blue-haired witch pushed her bangs out of her eyes and examined the boy, a combination of morbid interest and startled surprise creeping into her expression.
The blue-haired witch was named Chase Chesterfield, and she had been in London for exactly four hours.
She had boarded a plane in the United States less than twelve hours ago, flying through the night, with her rat Cordelia stashed in her bra. When she reached London International Airport, it was six A.M., and she had proceeded immediately to King's Cross Station, guided by a map and the GPS feature in her cellphone (which cost one American dollar for every fifteen minutes it was on). Boarding the Piccadilly line at the airport, she had ridden the tube all the way, and when she stepped off she was very early. Platform 9 3/4 hadn't been difficult to find, once she had located Platform 9, and the email from her aunt had told her what to do, so she had rushed into one of the pillars, certain she was going to knock herself unconscious, and flew straight through into a hidden area full of other witches and wizards. Or, it would have been, if it wasn't 7 o'clock in the morning. Chase sat on a bench and waited until the Hogwarts Express had pulled into the station, but by then, exhausted, she had fallen asleep. The train's whistle was the only reason she hadn't missed it, and she had scrambled onboard and into the first empty compartment she saw. Unfortunately, it wasn't actually empty.
With a start the noble-looking teenager was awake, and with it his headache redouble it's effort on his skull, like a rampaging horde of hippogriffs. With a drawn out, soft groan, golden eyes opened and fixated the intruder with a hard glance, looking at the scrap of a girl with an unimpressed expression. She looked loud and unrefined, both things the young wizard couldn't stand, and as he needed some quiet until he reached Hogwarts, he had no patience for chitchatting or niceties.
“Yes?” He said, managing to sound both condescending and annoyed all at once and making it clear that the new presence was neither needed nor wanted.
From the baggage compartment slithered out a gorgeous cat, slim and well groomed that looked at the newcomer as disdainfully as her master, the two awaiting the blue haired girl to respond and make her presence more or less acceptable by stating the reason for her presence.
Chase blinked stupidly at him for about three minutes before she realized he had asked her a question. "I didn't think anyone was in here," she said slowly. She hadn't slept on the plane, so, including the long nap in the station, she had slept a grand total of four hours out of twenty-four. Looking at the door over her shoulder, Chase laid a hand on the latch, and was about to leave when the train lurched suddenly into motion.
Her balance was better than anyone would have guessed; she caught herself without moving more than a fraction of an inch and sat down on the long, low seat across from the Slytherin boy. She looked exhausted and unhappy but willing to be quiet for the sake of peace, and while she was leery of the cat (on account of the pregnant rat in her shirt) she settled quickly and pulled a portable game console out of her pocket. She raised her eyes briefly to the boy, and, when he didn't seem interested in further conversation, clicked the console on and began to play. The buttons didn't make noise, so it was essentially silent in the car, save for the muted rattle of the wheels as they sped toward Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The rat poked her head out of her nest and leaned her chin on the girl's collar, watching the screen of the device below.