The Hogwarts Express, I presume

[marv]

Marvolo bid farewell to his Mother on the platform, in a manner that would have seemed to many onlookers curiously stiff and formal, though it was not lacking in affection. That was just the McAllister way- there had been no tears, no waiting until the last possible moment before boarding, no cringeworthy bearhugs. Frankly, Marv preferred it this way.

Striding purposefully along the platform, his every step projecting an image of confidence and ease, he hopped into a carriage, and soon found himself a compartment. He let out a small yawn, and sat there, wondering how long it would be before he could remove the drab, oppressive, muggle clothing which, he felt, suited him about as well as a bull in a tutu, and into his robes which, whilst not exactly the picture of elegance, were at least far more his style. Surely, he thought to himself, the muggle world must have at least one designer worthy of the name. I mean, it's just law of averages, right?

Marv gazed down longingly at the luggage at his feet, made by Hogsmeade's finest supplier of leather goods, Alandra's, no less, and the many fine sets of well-tailored robes that lay within.

[deadsilence]

Rachel made her way onto the Hogwarts Express and was trying to find a compartment that wasn't filled with Mudbloods. She sneared at every person that was a Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff or even that Mihael crowd. As she passed by one, there was a lone boy sitting my himself. She stopped in her tracks and said to herself Hmmmm, he looks like he could be in Slytherin. She opened the compartment door and said "May I sit with you?" she said in her polite voice Bleh, I hate it when I have to be polite. She then hid her fake Dark Mark from view.

[marv]

Marvolo raised his gaze from his trunk and looked the girl up and down, a cold glint in his eyes. "Be my guest," he said dispassionately. His accent was distinctly upper-class, his vowels perfectly rounded, and yet it still left no doubt whatsoever that the young man was a Scotsman.

Reaching into his trouser pocket, Marv pulled out a packet of sweets he had picked up earlier, in Diagon Alley. "Would you care for an acid pop?" he asked, in an impeccably polite tone. Never let it be said that a McAllister lacked manners.

[deadsilence]

Rachel walked in and sat down "Thank you and yes I would like one" Rachel looked at the boy and said "Is this your first year?" she asked him "What house are you hoping to get into? If you aren't in one already or are you a TA?" Rachel jumped and then said "Bloody hell, I haven't introduced myself! I'm Rachel Toussaint, 1st Year Slytherin and you are?" she tried to say this in a polite voice but couldn't do it that great. Afterall she ws in Slytherin and Slytherins aren't supposed to be polite.

[marv]

Marv laughed quietly at the way she tripped over herself in making the introduction, placed the bag of Acid Pops on the seat between them, and proferred his hand. "Marvolo McAllister, delighted to make your acquiantance, Rachel." He paused for a second, before answering her question.

"This is, indeed, my first journey to the school. I was due to enter at the beginning of this term, but I came down with an unfortunate case of the Puffskein pox which has kept me bedridden the last couple of weeks. I'm fine now, mind. As for houses- well, both my parents were in Slytherin, as were there ancestors as far back as one could be reasonably expected to bother looking. So that's a fairly strong possibility. I can't say I really care- Mum's not bothered, and since my dear old Dad, is, er, highly unlikely to be paying me a visit anytime soon, he won't be getting the chance to complain even if I do end up in, say, Hufflepuff." Marvolo spoke with an air of detachment, as if his mind were briefly elsewhere, and his top lip curled upward, into an expression which wasn't entirely obvious whether it were a smile or a snarl.

[deadsilence]

Rachel gasped and covered her mouth "Your name is Marvolo? My my...well.." Rachel then said "No matter, moving on" she said taking one of the acid pops. His name is Marvolo!!!! The name of Voldemort!!! she said excitedly. When Rachel looked up she saw that the boy had a funny look on his face. "I'm sorry, your name is just...." she laughed "Interesting..."

[marv]

"Interesting? Not really. I prefer Marv. I don't know where Marvolo comes from. Probably some entirely forgettable pureblood ancestor of mine. I've never met another of this name, so I suppose it's got that whole uniqueness thing going for it." He stroked his chin for a second. "Wizards do seem to have a little more imagination when it comes to naming than muggles on the whole, I think."

[deadsilence]

Rachel smiled at his name and then looked up from the floor to him "Yes, well my name is somewhat Muggle" Rachel said shrugging and then muttered Unfortunately. "Can I ask you something?" she said timidly "Do you like Muggles?"