This is a version of the scene in which Cedric and Dandin meet for the first time (they become best friends later). However, this scene is not in my WIP
“Bye, Dad,” I whispered, hugging my dad for the last time and trying not to cry. I wouldn’t see him again until Christmas, and before this I had never been away from my parents for more than a night or two.
“Have fun, Ced, my boy. You’ll do brilliantly, I know you will. Just remember that I am so proud of you, all the time.” My dad gave me a last slap on the back before stepping away to let me shove my trunk onto the train.
“I can help you if you want.”
I jumped about a mile as a voice sounded from above me, and I felt the weight of my enormous trunk relieved somewhat as someone grabbed the other end and pulled as I pushed.
“Thanks, mate,” I called, not able to see my helper from behind my trunk.
“No problem,” I heard.
Finally, the trunk was on the train and I climbed up, pulling the door closed and waving once more to my dad before turning to meet the boy waiting behind me.
He looked my age, but he was skinny and rather ragged-looking. His hair fell into his eyes, and framed his slightly gaunt face – strong jaw and snubby nose. He just looked back at me, still holding one end of my trunk.
“Thanks, mate,” I repeated, smiling. He just looked away, down the passageway.
“There’s an empty compartment here, if you want help moving it,” he said quickly, gesturing to the glass door next to him.
“Where are you sitting? Where’s your trunk?” I asked curiously, watching him studying me out of the corner of his eye.
“Down the train, at the other end,” he said a little defiantly.
We looked at each other again, before I stuck out my hand bravely.
“I’m Cedric, by the way. Cedric Diggory. Thanks for the help, but if you want to go back to your friends, I can manage from here.”
“I’m Dandin Walcott,” the scrawny boy mumbled, not looking at me. I got the distinct impression that he was slightly intimidated by me, but I had no idea why.
He turned and walked slowly down the passageway, past groups of older students laughing, past an old lady pushing a trolley and finally turned into a compartment at the other end of the train car.
Curious, and because I had nothing else to do, I quickly shoved my trunk into the empty compartment Dandin had pointed out and followed him down the train. Maybe his friends were a bit friendlier, and maybe I could find out more about Dandin Walcott. I glanced into his compartment as I passed, pretending to look for the bathroom.
It was empty, aside from Dandin himself and a beat-up old trunk lying on the floor.
Abandoning my pretense, I knocked on the compartment door.
“Hey Dandin,” I said, edging inside. Dandin scowled up at me, and for a moment I considered just going back into my own compartment. “Would you like to come join me in my compartment? I was looking for someone to play Exploding Snap with.”
“What’s Exploding Snap?” Dandin asked, his face reddening.
“You know, with cards, but they blow up... it’s really fun,” I started, but Dandin looked away.
“Well, think about it, and I’ll just be down the hall...” I finished, edging back out into the passageway and turning...
SMACK. I ran straight into someone passing by. Or two people, as I found out when I looked up to see two boys my age with red hair – who looked exactly alike. They laughed and nudged each other as I rose to my feet.
“Who are you?” they asked. But before I could answer, Dandin jumped up from his seat and flew to the compartment door, a scowl on his face for the twins.
“He’s Cedric Diggory, and you knocked him over on purpose, didn’t you? Who are you?”
As the red-headed twins protested loudly at this accusation, I looked curiously at Dandin. He had barely said hello to me, and had ignored me rather rudely I thought, but here he was defending me. Maybe we’ll end up friends yet, I thought happily, grinning at him.