Hogwarts Express II
~~~(POV: Alexander Aevum)~~~
~~~(Location: Hogwarts Express)~~~
~~~(Date: September 1st, 1991)~~~
~~~(Time: 12:23 PM)~~~
Hermione has taken it upon herself to question me. Be it small or large. Apparently, I'm not supposed to know how to use Accio yet.
Go figure... Such a simple charm is easy to learn and cast. The fourth-year spellbook, The Standard Book of Spells Grade 4 by Miranda Goshawk, is one of the more interesting reads.
Many new and valuable spells are taught in this year.
I throw her a bone and take my book bag from my pocket.
"Engorgio."
I point my wand at it, and the small bag grows to its normal size.
This further causes a fuss from the Granger girl. I hold the bag, reach my hand inside, and the bag senses what I want to grab.
I hold The Standard Book of Spells Grade 4 by Miranda Goshawk in my hand as I pull it out. I toss it to Hermione, and she nearly fumbles the slightly larger than a normal book.
"Redcuio."
The bag shrinks again, and I place it in my pocket.
"I want that back when you're done with it, Granger."
She barely acknowledges what I say.
She already has it open and is immersed in her world. We still have a few hours till we make it to Hogwarts. It's just the countryside and beautiful views. Neville returns from the bathroom and sits down with an enthusiastic attitude.
"Did you guys know that Harry Potter is a first-year?"
The boy who lived, huh? I've read some books where he's featured. Many claim him to be the savior of the wizarding world.
It's not my job to correct Neville. Who am I to stop him if he wants to believe what he hears? Granger is too immersed in the book to care what Neville has said.
"I take it neither of you knows who Harry Potter is..."
I proceed to ignore Neville as he goes into the story.
I zone out into my memories and close my eyes with my face still towards the window. Many thoughts go through my head, and all of them are important.
One of them being the house I get sorted in. We're already dressed in our houseless robes. A witch came by and gave me mine.
While all the houses have viable reasons to be there, I don't see myself fitting in a particular house.
I heard that if you fit into all the houses, the hat lets you choose. That's a rumor, though, and I don't bet on rumors.
If I identified with a house the most, it'd be Ravenclaw. But that's only because of my intellect.
"Have you thought about which house you'll be sorted into?"
Neville asks that question to Granger, but she shushes him as she continues to read the book. We still have a couple of hours until we reach Hogwarts, so she's using the time to the best she can.
No talking.
~~~(POV: Hermione Granger)~~~
~~~(Location: Hogwarts Express)~~~
~~~(Date: September 1st, 1991)~~~
~~~(Time: 12:36 PM)~~~
This book is full of incredible spells. I'll be much further ahead if I can learn all these. I look up from the book and stare at Alexander.
He's already learned everything in this book. Who knows how many more he's already learned from? I'm tempted to pull out my wand and try some of them, but many are required to know other things about spells I haven't learned yet.
He has more books, and I'll admit it. I'm jealous. I can learn easily and shouldn't be too bummed out about it.
"Alexander."
He looks at me through my reflection in the window.
"How many Hogwarts books do you have?"
He cracks a smile and closes his eyes. It was worth a shot. It sucks I have to give this back when I'm done with it, but it's not mine.
Hopefully, I can finish it before the train ride is over.