It was at this time she realised that cats are immortal.
And the glass door she had run into made her...
A legend.

~

"-And for Merlin's sake, DON'T try to outsmart the knocker!! I love you! Be smart!" The overlapping voices of parents trying to give their children last minute advice faded as the Hogwarts Express began yet another journey across the countryside, bringing young impressionable minds to the best school in Britain.

Speaking of young and somewhat impressionable minds, we have Katherine, OH! , there she is now - trying to navigate herself and Clementine to a free compartment, which is much harder than it seems when one is on a moving train. Perhaps we should leave her for a few moments, and check in with some rather notable people who are sitting, unimpressed, in compartment D12.

As the countryside rolled past the windows of said compartment, three strangers sat clutching various creatures and foods, complaining most relentlessly about the smallest things.

The tallest, a brown haired girl who had yet to introduce herself to the others, was glaring at the small toad she had sitting on her lap with the utmost disgust.      "A just don't get why ma mam would thin' A actually like this. It looks like ma Aunty Venetta."

    "Who's that?"

    "Ma Aunty. Mam says she's not much of a looker, and ma pa says she should ha' died years ago."

    "Oh." Sophia Hannings, who had introduced herself by pointing at her pre-labelled items of clothing, slid further away from the girl seated across the compartment. "My mother would never let me say such things about my aunt."

    "Nor would my family," a small voice piped up from beside the door, "but thats just because my aunties can speak other languages."

The compartment was silent for what felt like a minute (but was in fact, 57 seconds) before a sudden figure slamming into the glass of the door startled everyone involved. And here she is, 11 year old Katherine Artemis Bell, finally making her debut into the strangely normal lives of the two young witches and one young wizard.

The ginger cat sitting beside Sophia Hannings was the only living thing in the apartment that wasn't currently staring at the auburn haired ball of chaos who slid open the door and plopped down without invitation.   "That's my cat," by way of explanation, she pointed at it, before hiding her red face in her hands and mumbling, "Who put that door there?"

    Still partially frozen in shock, the tall girl shook her head and let out a little laugh.    "Oh aye, hullo, glad to meet yer."

    "Hex and a half. Sorry, I'm Kat," She held out her hand and offered it to the taller girl, who shook it with a smile. "Katherine Bell."

    "Braw. A'm Mica, tha's Soph, an,"  she glanced pointedly at the boy who was shrinking under her gaze,   "A dinnae ken yer name."

"Sebastian." He gave a quick wave before glancing at the others with a newfound interest.  "You guys all first years?"

"Yes. I was going to be sent to Beauxbatons, but my mother went to Hogwarts and I don't think she really wanted me to be so far away." Sophia began stroking the cat beside her and was greeted with the quiet sound of purring.    "My cousin, Selina, is a second year in Ravenclaw, and she says that its the best Wizarding school in the world."

The other girls in the cabin nodded enthusiastically, which only made Sebastian frown with confusion. Kat, glancing in his direction, began to explain exactly what her mother had 'helped' her to learn off by heart.    "Well, you see -" The others listened in attentively, in the way that only young children can, adding their knowledge to the common cause of enlightenment, which lasted hours.

By the time the trolley lady came around, compartment D12 was a mess of legends, chaos and laughter - and that suited the four students, plus their creatures just fine.

And Katherine's story, well... we all have to start someplace, and her beginning just happened to be when she ran into a door.

~ Author's Note ~

This is kind of how the other chapters are going to be formatted (that is: short and with a "narrator"), and I plan on having at least 15 chapters per 'year' that Katherine is at school, but as always, I am open to feedback.

As a reader, would you prefer that I write Mica's words the way she would say it (with her strong accent)
or would you prefer that I just write it normally and allow for you to do the accent in your own head?
Also, I know that this is NOT my finest work, but my brain has been in more of a poetic and passing-exams mode lately, but I will (hopefully) have an update schedule after my exams are finished. Xx
~ MallaHarkness04

700 words + 100 in the AN