Chapter Two: Blue

These people were really loud. They didn’t seem to have a concept of personal space, as now the Latina girl with amber streaks called Mia was measuring Draco’s hair with her wand. “You’re definitely going to need a haircut if you want to impress Harry Potter.”

Draco swatted Mia away. “I’m gonna leave this compartment.”

Mia held the poem and started to recite. “He saved us from the dark lord. He is the savior.” Draco’s face went red. 

“Don’t you dare say that out loud. People might be listening!” Draco snapped, again trying to get the poem back.

Just as he said it, there was a crash and Draco saw a black guy with loose coils carrying snacks in his arms that were falling out. He yelled, “Snack Robinhood!” and opened their compartment, shoved a chocolate frog at Draco, and winked before continuing to run, laughing. Draco vaguely recognized him.

The trolley lady yelled, “damn you!” And stumbled after him. He popped up in their trolley again. “Hello!” He looked over to Draco who’d opened up the chocolate frog. “I see now you are an accomplice in my crime!”

Everyone stared at him. He fits right in here. The boy sat down and reclined. “The food is ridiculously overpriced here.”

Brie sat up. “I’d like to argue that it is exactly perfectly priced.” Brie erased his whiteboard. “You see, these goods are hard to make, so if we want everyone in this trolley to get paid a decent amount-”

Natsuki stood up. “Everyone, we’re getting sidetracked. We need to help Blue become friends with Harry Potter!”

“It’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” Draco corrected. 

Robinhood guy laughed. “That’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard.” He had a French accent. Which… Draco didn’t completely despise. Robinhood then leaned over Mia’s shoulder and started cracking up. “He saved us from the dark lord.” He read dramatically, flopping onto the compartment. Then he put his hand on his heart, “He is the savior!”

Damn, why does everyone have to discover that? “You guys are all such Hufflepuffs.” Draco tried to mask his smile. I mean, why would he smile? These crazy, over-energized Hufflepuffs, had come into his compartment.

“Actually, I’m a Slytherin.” The Robinhood boy said. “My name’s Gale.”

“I’m also a Slytherin!” Draco said, straightening up.

Gale raised his eyebrows. “You are?” Gale then straightened his posture and turned to Natsuki. “So, we’re trying to become friends with Harry Potter?”

I’m trying to become friends with Harry Potter. Natsuki nodded. “Yup, we’re helping Blue out.”

“Great, let’s spy on him! Then we can manipulate our personalities to cater to become his friend.”

Emilia took a breath. “That sounds manipulative.”

“Oh, yeah. Did you miss when I said `manipulate’?” Gale took a bite of the pumpkin pasty he’d stolen.

“Let’s write him a song!” Brie grinned. 

Gale burst into song, “Harry, Harry, he’s so cool, I wouldn’t trade him for a mule.” 

Draco’s face went red. Gale had a really annoyingly good voice.

Brie clucked his tongue. “It doesn’t rhyme.”

Mia’s eyes went wide with excitement. “We should bake him something!”

Gale nodded vigorously, “head chef, what do you suggest?”

“I don’t have many ingredients-”

“I will valiantly Robinhood us more ingredients. What would you like m’lady?”

“We shouldn’t steal.” Brie put his hands on his hips.

“We should!” Mia smiled. “We should do this, what should its theme be?”

“Well,” Brie said in a matter-of-fact tone, “first of all, you all should know that it is unethical to steal.”

“Not from overpriced food carts that go to soulless corporations!”

Brie sighed, “I see your mind's made up. If I cannot change it then I can only impart my wisdom for the theming of the food. We do know that Harry Potter probably is proud of destroying You-know-who. So, let’s make a food sculpture of Harry killing him!”

Everyone said their agreement, praising the idea. Gale grinned. “Genius. I am amazed.” Wow, everyone here is stupid. 

Mia nodded, invigorated. “Very creative.”

Brie looked very pleased with himself. 

Gale grabbed Draco’s hand. “C’mon Blue! Steal some food with me!”

“This isn’t a good-”

Gale dragged Blue out of the compartment and ran up to the Trolley lady. Why am I still here? Blue ran after him. Gale grabbed him and Blue stumbled to the ground where Gale was crouched, looking at the cooking lady.

Gale did some obscure hand signals before nodding at Draco and rushing forward. “I didn’t understand any of that!” Blue yelled before grabbing ingredients. He looked at the trolley lady. “Sorry!”

Gale grabbed his hand again, and they ran away. “We can’t go to our compartment again! She’ll find us!”

“Then where do we go?” Blue snapped.

“The boiler room!” Gale dragged Blue into the boiler room. It was overheating. Gale sat down. “We should wait till she stops looking and head back to our compartment.”

“This was a stupid idea.”

Gale smiled. “Hell yeah.” Gale then looked at him. “So, you’re a Malfoy.”

“Yup. What family are you from?”

“I’m a Crowe.” They’re friends with my parents. Gale grinned. “You ever wonder why our last names sound so evil?”

“My first name means a terrifying beast that spits fire in Latin, and also my last name means bad and evil in several languages.”

Gale laughed. “The name Blue suits you better.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Gale grinned. “Well, you’re not exactly a terrifying being that spits fire.” That’s kind of nice- “You’re more like a smurf.”

“Wait, what?”

Gale grinned. “I only speak the truth. Anyway, let’s get out of this place.”