Wizarding World

Black didnt relly no who fergus or his dad but had a feling she soon make aoher enamy.

Fergus sniffed snootily at the twins.
"For your information, my father-"
"If he's anything like you, he's a git." Jet said ferociously. She pointed her wand in his face threateningly. She was about to cast a spell, but Fergus' lackey put one hand out, and pushed her into the back of the compartment. Fergus smirked.
"Dirty Mudbloods. Just like that...what was her name...here a few years back, friends with Harry Potter? Ah, yes. Hermione Granger. She was worthless too."
"IMPEDIMENTA!!!" Jet yelled. There was a bang, and Fergus flew backwards, hitting the wall. Jet breathed heavily, as Fergus got to his feet, wiping blood from his lip.
"Don't insult my cousin like that! She's a far better witch than you'll EVER be!" She spat.

Black snigerd, she have to rember that spell! she was suprised that jet new homian, more the they were cosions.

Mo and Dyel just stood there, ready to blast Fergus McCullin again if need be.
"I take you're related to the Malfoys then?"
"Must be if he has an attitude like that Dyel."

"defntly related to somthing, not sure it human" black smerked

"I," Fergus began, trying to regain his dignity, " Am Bellatrix Black's son. As in Narcissa Malfoy's sister."
He staggered to his feet, and toppled over.
"You'll pay for that one mudblood..." He said. He gestured for his sidekick to help him up, and together, they scuttled away.

The Stirm twins watched Fergus and his lackey go. Once they were out of sight Dyel punched the seat in frustration.
"Stupid Fergus McCullin!" he yelled angrily. "Thinks he's so great just -"
"Because he's pure-blood!" finished Mo.

"You two pure-blood?" Jet asked them. She was interested to learn about others lineage and heritage.

Dyel answered for them.
"Yea, why?" he replied. The trolley lady came and asked them if they wanted anything from the trolley. The Stirm twins got a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans and two Chocolate Frogs.

Jet waved the trolley lady away.
"Well, shouldn't you two...hate me...rather than like me?" She asked the twins.

The twins looked at each other and laughed.
"Why would we hate you?" Mo said through bouts of laughter.

"Because of who...what I am." Jet explained.

"im a mudblood" black said feling slitly ignord "if anyone didnt like me , that i hate them back"

Once the twins had calmed down, they looked to the two girls.
"We don't hate Muggle-borns," Mo said.

"good" black said aproingly she look out the window "how long this going to take?"

"Not long I shouldn't think," answered Dyel. Just then, a girl with brown hair came.
"Has anyone seen a toad?" she asked. "Only, some boy called Simon has lost it." The twins shook their heads and the girl strode away, looking irritated.

"random" black thogt as she sterd out the window, the train was sloing down. "almost here!" she thot exsitedly

*Who was that brown haired girl, lawlz?*
Jet walked outside, feeling like she was going to cry. The journey was nearly over, but another had nearly begun, she thought.
She heard pounding footsteps behind her, and before she could turn around, a fist had connected with the base of her skull, sending her to the floor.

*By the way - we've changed into our robes ok? Thinking she could be related to the Creeveys or something?*

Mo heard a thud and saw Jet fall to the ground. Fergus was over her a wicked smile over his stupid face.
"What's goin' on down there?" boomed a voice. Mo turned to see a giant of a man coming their way.

*Okay...she should have a camera or something.*
Jet winced, and saw stars in front of her eyes. She staggered to her feet, and fell against the wall. Big, strong hands gripped her arms, steadying her. She couldn't focus on anything, as it swivelled around her brain.

"Take it easy now," the man said. Mo and Dyel came into view.
"Jet how many fingers am I holding up?" asked Dyel, holding three fingers up. The girl they had met on the train came.

Jet tried to focus on Dyels fingers, but they kept blurring and fading.
"Well, I could tell you if you kept your hand steady!" She said crossly. She swiped at Dyels hand, missing it entirely.

"Oo done this?" asked the man, looking up. The girl pointed to Fergus.
"He did. I have photographic evidence," she said showing the man the printed photo. It showed Fergus punching Jet.

Jet didn't see one picture, she saw five, all moving in circles. She frowned and tried to concentrate, but it made her head hurt.

"Ya should be ok," the man said lifting her up to her feet. "Come on, let's go. We're a tad late."