((I’ve decided to combine these two asks – since the prompt the other ask is referring to is ‘Meeting on a Train Ride AU’ I was like…this is perfect, lol
Enjoy! ))
Mcsombra – (#23) Meeting on a Train Ride AU
“Pardon.”
The muffled voice came with a light knock to her compartment door. Sombra turned, finding a Gryffindor boy around her age standing there. Messy brown hair nearly hid equally brown eyes and he had an almost bashful smile on his face. She watched as he slid the door open, staying at the threshold.
“D’ya mind? Looks like every other car is full at th’ moment.”
“Go ahead.”
Sombra watched as his grin broadened and he took the seat opposite of her. She wasn’t really expecting or wanting company but she didn’t have a right to hog an entire compartment to herself.
“Oh, yer from Slytherin,” the boy said, his accent giving him away as American – more than likely from the south. “Usually I see a bunch of ya ridin’ together. How come ya ain’t with the rest of yer House?”
“I like to be alone.”
“Oh.”
Seeing the nervous side glance the boy took, Sombra corrected herself. “At least, I don’t want to be talking an entire train ride. So I like to find a car to myself. But I don’t mind sharing if everywhere else is full.”
“Well, thank ya kindly. I’m surprised I ain’t seen ya at school before.”
She wasn’t too sure what she could say in response to that but shrugged. “We’re probably different years. I’m a fourth year.”
“Ah, yeah, I’m a fifth year.”
“But I’ve seen you.”
“Ya have?”
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination but Sombra was sure she saw the boy’s chest puff up slightly. “Yes. You’re the Captain of Gryffindor’s Quidditch Team.”
Rubbing his nose, the boy gave a small smirk. “Heh, that’s right! Mighty humbled ya would remember lil’ ol me.”
“I just don’t remember your name.”
She wanted to laugh when his huffing and puffing almost instantaneously deflated. “Well, I reckon ya only heard it a few times during matches…” He sat up, extending his hand. “But th’ name’s Jesse McCree.”
“Sombra,” she supplied, taking his hand and shaking it once.
McCree rose a brow. “’Sombra’, huh? Lemme guess…that what yer friends call ya?”
“No,” she answered, sitting back, looking out of the window at the passing scenery. “That’s what I call myself.”
“Oh? Yer name top secret or somethin’?”
Giving him a side glance, she allowed a small smile to appear over her lips. “You could say that.”
Fixing his robes, the boy smiled back. “Well, hope ya don’t mind if I say ‘hi’ if I ever see ya on the grounds, ‘Sombra’.”
“…I wouldn’t,” she answered quietly, looking up when the familiar noise of squeaky wheels rolling grew louder as it approached their compartment.
”And ya wouldn’t mind if I tried to find out yer actual name?” he asked.
She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her throat. “I’m sure anyone in my House can tell you my name.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but that’s no fun. I wanna hear it from you.”
That caused her to pause once more, staring at him, almost confused with his behavior. “Well…no, I wouldn’t mind.”
“Good! Now if ya don’t mind, I’m famished. I’m gonna get somethin’ off the trolley. Ya want anythin’? My treat, fer disturbin’ yer alone time n all.”
She wanted to refuse but there was something about his smile and laid back personality that had her agreeing. “A chocolate frog. And a Pumpkin Pastie.”
“You got it, darlin’,” the Gryffindor said as he left to catch up with the trolley witch, leaving a very flushed Sombra behind.
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“I think that Gryffindor boy is looking at you,” came the voice of another fourth year sitting next to her.
She placed her goblet down, instead looking up and turning to where the girl was gesturing. Indeed, she saw the same boy from earlier – Jesse McCree, looking at her. There were a few other students around him, trying to get his attention.
They held gazes for a few moments longer until he ended the eye lock with a quick wink, causing Sombra to release a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
“He fancies you!” the girl claimed, sounding highly amused. “Do you know him?” When Sombra didn’t answer, the girl continued. “Pity he’s a Gryffindor. I heard he’s a cocky one. Isn’t he the Captain of their Quidditch Team?”
She continued eating, pretending to not notice the girl talking to her and having no interest in discussing this with someone whom she barely knows. Instead, she chanced a second glance toward the boy, now invested in a conversation with this fellow Gryffindors, moving his hands as he most likely was retelling a story that he might have told her on the train ride as well.
Jesse McCree. This year would certainly be interesting.
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