01 | HOMEMADE LOVE

THE FIRST THING ALEXIA NOTT SAW upon arriving at King's Cross Station was the dark brown eyes of Kendra Wilkins, lighting up upon seeing her with a glint of homemade love that was only for her. That's how Kendra's eyes, calm and immutable, had always made her feel; when she didn't have anywhere else to go or when everything else was to hideous for her to stare at, she looked at those big black eyes and thought 'This is home. This is where I belong.'

And after so long feeling homeless inside herself, Alexia Nott desperately needed a home.

Kendra and Alexia locked eyes, a smile forming on their lips. They didn't say anything, not out loud, at least. They didn't need it; a lot of their secrets and talks happened in silence. They just hugged and through a touch said a thousand things hundreds of words couldn't. The hug was long and needed; for Alexia it felt like returning home after a long, exhausting trip.

"Girl! Look at you!" Kendra finally said when they broke apart, beaming excitedly, with that brightness she always carried around. "Did you do something to your hair?"

"Other than combing it? Nope, not really." Alexia replied, her signature smirk slithering its way onto her lips. "Gosh, I missed you."

"We saw each other last week." Kendra commented, though her eyes understood. Those eyes understood everything.

"But a week at home feels like a year." Alexia retorted, before moving her head from Kendra to the boy beside her, from one home to another, and the tips of her lips curled up upon seeing those blue eyes, whose death glare was enough to make Alexia feel alive.

"Dammit, Nott," Noah Blythe started, "couldn't you have arrived ten minutes later? I just lost ten sickles because you decided to arrive early for once. Seriously, you had one job."

"You should know better than to bet with Kendra, Blythe." Alexia smirked. "She always wins."

"I told him that." Kendra declared, and her voice had something atemporal to it. When she spoke, she always seemed older than what she was. Maybe that's why she didn't speak much around others. "That's why he proposed we bet on sickles and not galleons."

"It should have been knuts." Noah muttered under his breath, before his face completely changed, a lopsided smirk hanging on his lips, the mischief stamped on his eyes like it had been born there. "Come here, Nott, I've missed you."

"Wait, what's happening?" Alexia questioned, unable to stop herself from smirking. Her smirks were only real for him. "Are you getting soft? Should I have brought tissues, Crybaby?"

"Still with that nickname?" He retorted, annoyed voice but blissful eyes. That's how he was made, that boy. In paradoxes and contradictions. He wasn't the only muggle-born Slytherin for nothing.

"Still with that baby face? Then, yes." Alexia's smirk grew wilder as she pulled her best guy friend into a hug.

"We've still got half an hour before eleven." Kendra announced, because she was the only one out of the three of them who was familiar with the word 'responsibility'. "Shall we?"

"Ladies first!" Noah exclaimed, before grabbing his trolley and running towards the wall between Platforms Nine and Ten without waiting for the girls. He was only like that, playful and genuine, with them. As soon as he crossed that wall, as soon as he saw other people, he'd go back to his masks. Alexia understood him; she had them too.

"I see he's still an idiot." Alexia said to Kendra while they both moved their trolleys across the station.

"I hope he never changes!" Kendra replied, dashing through the wall before Alexia did.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey, guys, so this is the first chapter! I feel like it's so short and empty, but I hope you liked it anyway! Leave some votes and comments if you did, I love to hear from you guys ♥