Someone Like You. [Trinity|Brianna]

Trinity walked onto the Hogwarts Express, sitting down an empty compartment. She took her luggage, placing it in the space above the windows, then securing it. She sat down onto the seat, glancing at the families saying their goodbyes, some tearful, others not. She let out a weak sigh, glancing at her own two parents, raising an eyebrow slightly, then lowering it as she looked away.

She prefered to be alone for some reason. Maybe it was because she enjoyed the sound of her own thoughts, or maybe because she just took pleasure in not having to use her own voice to actually converse with someone. She wasn't depressed, but rather just slightly mute.

Brianna waved one last time at her family before running up the stairs of the Hogwarts Express. It was her fifth year at Hogwarts, and yet the train ride never lost its magic. She cautiously walked down the isle glancing at full compartment after the next.

She started to worry until she found one towards the end that only had one other person. She walked inside and smiled at the girl. "Can I sit with you? Everywhere else is full."

Trinity glanced up at the blonde, looking at her blankly for a few seconds before responding. "Fine," she replied after inspecting the girl. She brushed a few strands of brunette hair off her cheek and tucking it gently behind her ear.

After the train began to move, she took out a book which resembled a diary. She flipped through the pages, some written on, some drawn on, and other blank. She noticed that she didn't have a pen. She glanced back up at the blonde across from her and looked down, then returned her gaze to her.

"Mind if I borrow a pen?" she asked quietly, staring at the the girl's blue eyes.

Her smile never faded as she put her bags in the appropriate place. With a spark of confidence she sat down across from the girl. Brianna studied her curiously. She was fairly pretty, with hair that made her slightly envious. It took her over an hour to get her own hair done, and it wasn't nearly as pretty, only up in a complicated bun.

"Sure, you like to write?" She asked, digging in her purse before pulling one out. "I'm Brianna by the way. Brianna Tonks."

Trinity eyed the girl suspiciously, noticing that she never stopped smiling - which seemed slightly impossible, for her at least. As she remained in the constant state, an eyebrow raised curiously on the brunette's face.

"Um - it's my journal." She commented, trying to explain. It was the place where she wrote her thoughts, her desires, her secrets. It was where she confided. She took the pen, murmering a soft "Thank you" as she did.

As the girl said her name; she instantly reconized the last name. With one nod, she said her own.

"Trinity."

"Oh." She decied this girl was too gloomy for her tastes, but she needed was a little cheering up. Brianna sighed and looked down at her nails. They were never perfect, she had a bad habit of bitting them when they got long. She shruged it off and glanced back at Trinity.

"Your name is so pretty!" She exclaimed practicaly bouncing in her seat. Maybe the glass of soda for breakfest was not the best idea in the world. She got hyper easily, and that just added fuel to the flames. She looked out the window for a minute. "Don't you just love grass?" Bri asked. "Its just so lush and...green! Green is a really pretty colour."

"Thanks," Trinity's lips curled into a weak smile that seemed fragile, but stayed on her face. She looked out at the grass, which she had to admit, did look rather 'lush.' She nodded, her eyes widening slightly, then turning normal once the girl stopped bouncing.

Her eyes wandered outside, as she looked up at the sky, then roamed around from the glass, to the pools of water scattered around. She looked back into the compartment, focusing on Brianna.