 Mercer & Mitsuki (The M Compartment) be curious, not judgmental
Saying farewell to her parents at the platform had made Amelia Adair's confidence waver, but once the train pulled away from the station, she quickly refocused. There were people to meet, names to learn, faces to memorize - plus important assessments to make about each one she encountered. Not judgments, really, she would insist, but merely a comprehensive catalog of who had good energy. There was value in first appearances, regardless of that idiom about judging books by their covers, she knew.
However, as she roamed the train corridor greeting anyone who made eye contact and introducing herself as "Mia," she discovered the Hogwarts Express equivalent of a gold mine: a Branxton with their parents' food. Her mum had advised her to not bug her pseudo-cousins and cut her own path for this first week, but she was knocking enthusiastically on the compartment door before she could give thought to this advice, likely fueled by some lingering nerves of being otherwise surrounded by strangers.
"Hi Mercer!" she had slid the compartment door open and moved as if to enter uninvited before noticing she was just about to drag her brand new shoes right through a suspicious white substance. "Oh, what's this?" Mia looked between the two occupants in the compartment and settled her gaze on the girl she didn't know for the first time. "Hi, I'm Mia! I'm after his food," she explained, taking an exaggerated step over the line of salt to be extra careful as she sidled up close to Mercer on the bench to hug him from the side with all the strength her 4'8" frame could muster. "Did Aunt Cat remember to pack any extra for me?" Please oh please? |