I stared out at the beautiful scenery passing by as the train moved along. I looked up hearing someone shout in French. Suddenly a tall thin boy stumbled into my little area on the train. I stared at him and he stared back. His eyes were amber colored and his hair was stringy and brown, his skin was olive colored. He was wearing an oversized blue sweatshirt with French cursive words on it and skinny jeans. I just stared at him and he stared back. He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Bonsoir, mind if I sit with you?” he asked with a heavy French accent. I nodded and watched him take a seat. He held out his hand and I firmly shook it. “Samson Brodeur, and your name, Madame?” he smiled warmly.
“Selene Endicott.” I responded tensely. “Ah, pleasure to meet you Madame Endicott.” Samson spoke warmly and fluently. I blinked awkwardly. “You can call me Selene…” His eyes lit up almost like a child’s and he nodded quickly. “Thank you, you may call me Sam!” he chirped. I nodded and looked out the window silently, watching the waves of green and the gorgeous mountains fly by. There was silence then another person stumbled in and slammed down in the cart beside me. I jumped a bit and both I and Sam looked at this person wide eyed.
It was a girl. She was a bit thick but it suited her. She had messy blonde hair and electric blue eyes. She shifted a bit and crossed her arms over her chest. She was wearing a baggy white button up with a brown aviator jacket, bell bottom jeans, combat boots and a green and brown scarf. She looked up and glared at us, “what? You have an issue?” she snapped. Sam winced and shook his head quickly. The girl sighed and looked down. Her hair slowly became black. Dark raven black and freckles littered across her cheeks. My eyes widened and I cooed quietly in admiration. She smiled a bit, her eyes lighting up. “Cool right? I got it from my pa!” she laughed proudly. “It’s called Metamorphmagus!” she giggled happily.
I remembered my aunt briefly explaining the term. The ability to change your appearance willingly. No potion or spell needed. My aunt went to school with a boy who had it. Edward Lupin. His parents were remembered fighters of the Second Wizarding War. Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin. My aunt had no idea what had happened to Edward, or Teddy as she called him.
“I’m Rosetta Lupin!” she grinned saluting to us stiffly. “Samson Brodeur.” “Selene Endicott.” Rosetta looked at me wide eyed, her eyes changing to the same electric blue color and her hair became messy and blonde once more. “Endicott…?” she gasped. “You’re the sister to that boy who went missing!” she cried out. I froze and my heart stopped. “I-” “What?” Sam raised a brow his face stretched with worry. Rosetta spoke before I could, telling the story of that awful night as if she had been there… well more like she was the newspaper reporter who wrote the article about it.
“Three years ago in Bristol, England a young boy named Hades Endicott went missing in a muggle neighborhood!” Rosetta squeaked. Sam tensed, his face paling. “She was only eight! He was-” “Shut up!” I broke out. My chest was tight and my head was banging. Feelings I wasn’t used to. “Stop talking about it like you know what happened!” I cried out. I could feel the sensation of tears behind my eyes. I began to unravel and the story fell from my lips as if I had rehearsed it a million times.
“He was so little… Only in first grade… 5… He was five years old.” I choked out, trying to hold back the tears. “It was cold and raining outside… we couldn’t sleep so I was telling him ghost stories and fairy tales as I loved to do… He looked out the window. He asked if I could take him outside since it had stopped raining. He wanted to play in the puddles. I told him no… I told him mom and dad would be mad. It didn’t listen. He said it was fine and that we wouldn’t get in trouble. We got into a fight… I got mad… He climbed out and went down…” My voice cracked and struggled to speak now, my throat becoming dry. “I ignored him… I heard him talking to someone… I heard a low gravelly v-voice… I slowly looked out and I saw the figure disappearing into the shadows… my brother fo-followed… I cried out his name but he didn’t listen. I climbed out and fell down from our window to the lawn. I scrambled to my feet… m-my feet… I ran after him… he was laughing and smiling....” I closed my eyes tightly. “H-He left… he disappeared…” I couldn’t hold back anymore and buried my face into my hands and broke down into wails.
Samson tried to comfort me. He tried to help. Rosetta was silent and stiff. Once I had stopped crying we all went into silence.
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