Start of the Year Contest by Sarafelen, literature
Literature
Start of the Year Contest
Start of the Year
The train was leaving Kings ‘Cross Station and began to wind it north towards the unknown. Genevieve looked out of the window and sighed. Her brother was somewhere at the front of the train, he had been named prefect this year. She believed he would come to see her later.
The compartment door opened and a boy with shoulder long black hair and a hooked nose looked at her.
„May I enter?“
„Sure“, she answered showing him in. He showed a faint smile and stuffed his trunk to where hers was just lying. Then he sat down right in front of her.
„You haven’t seen a red haired eleven year old