She also had trouble finding a compartment that wasn't full of kids that didn't want her to join them.
What a shame, she thought. I really am a pleasure to be around.
Eventually she found an empty spot and plopped her luggage down on the rack, stretching her neck and arm, sore after carrying the heavy load. She sat down on the bench next to the window, staring to the platform with all the kids boarding the train. She wondered which of those she would meet, which of them she would be friends with, be enemies with. Rorie was excited to meet all the new people, after all she was a social butterfly and loved being the center of attention, something rarely seen at home with her younger siblings.
Watching the kids hug their parents, ready to leave them, Rorie wished her mother could be there. She had grown up in the London ghetto her whole life, never leaving within a few miles of it. Her mother and little siblings bid her goodbye in the one room shack they lived in, Rorie setting out for Hogwarts, only getting to King's Cross Station by sneaking herself onto a trolley bus.
The Muggle London ghetto was the only place she'd ever known, and in just a day she had seen so many new things, it was overwhelming.
She took out her diary and wrote about everything that was going on. People passed by her compartment, but didn't come in, making Rorie sad. She wanted to meet new people. After all, she was going to be at Hogwarts for seven years.