"Hi. I'm Helena." Helena Flynn looked up at the brown haired boy who had entered her train compartment. "I'm Devon. Devon Molina." The two exchanged smiles as Devon sat down. "Are you in first year?" asked Helena. Devon nodded. "A little scared, honestly, but what are you going to do?"
"I'm not scared, " said Helena, "Iv'e heard that Muggleborns aren't treated as well, but I can't change that." "You're Muggleborn?" "You care?" Devon smiled. "No. I'm Pureblooded. I don't care about what you are." The compartment door opened. A white haired boy with icy blue eyes was there.
"Hello," said Devon, glancing at Helena, who had pulled out a book. "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy." Helena didn't look up, just spoke, "Okay, James Bond." Devon didn't understand her joke but didn't ask. "I'd suggest you not be like that, and if you knew who I was, you'd know better." Draco smirked at the girl.
"And who do you think you are?" asked Devon, looking at Draco apprehensively. "Pureblood." Helena laughed. "You must think you're a high roller then, huh?" Draco narrowed his eyes. "I'd bet you're a filthy Mudblood, aren't you?" Devon stood up. "That's not what she is." Helena went back to her book.
"She may be Muggleborn, but you can't call her that." Draco smirked, shrugged, and walked off. Devon sat back down. "Sorry, Helena, he must be a jerk. Mudblood is not a polite term." The train reached Hogwarts.
END OF PART ONE THANKS FOR READING (listen to trench)