{{Quick A.N. before I start. I prefer using human names when writing, so for the characters that don't have official names I went with most commonly used fannames/etc.
Ukraine: Yekaterina Braginskaya, Netherlands: Maarten de Vries, Belgium: Anika de Vries.}}

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a place of mystery, opportunity and -

-CROAK-

Matthew turned his gaze from the window, facing his brother. Flying chocolate frogs, naturally. The confectionery amphibian in question was still pawing at the side of his face, desperately clinging onto his glasses. The younger sibling sighed, plucking the frog away from his sight.

"Hey, hey, Matty, are you even listening to me, stop dreaming. Where was I?" Alfred looked at him impatiently. "I was talking about - "

"That guy," Matthew filled in for him, feigning interest as his brother went over the same story for what must have been the umpteenth time.

"Like I was saying." Alfred continued, between munching on chocolate frogs, stuffing them in wholly, making his speech a little muffled. "Fhi tshfink shaft hve hjassh.. "

Matthew nodded, idly pretending to agree to whatever his brother was saying, even if he didn't understand half of it. Our first year at Hogwarts. He couldn't help but to feel every little bit as nervous as he was excited. Prior to the inventation the two of them had received, he hadn't given the existence of magic a lot of thought. He hadn't been set very for or against it, he just never really thought about it.

The idea of actually using magic, real magic, well it was hard to even start comprehending it. As a matter of fact, he had been quite convinced it was a very elaborate joke set up by his brother, right up till the point where they visited Diagon Alley.

And there he was now, on a train, holding a chocolate frog that could actually struggle between his fingers while it melted from his warmth. Never thought I'd feel pity for candy before... He thought as he let go of the frog, watching a little painedly as Alfred picked it up almost immediately.

"You no longer want this?"

"No, it's fin-.." Matthew answered, sighing softly as Alfred stuffed down the chocolate.

"Mmhmph-ah~ You should really try some more of these," Alfred grinned.

"Speaking of which, guess what I've decided?"

"What?"

"Quidditch!"

"Quidditch?" Matthew felt the faint urge to point out that chocolate frogs and Quidditch were hardly related topics, but he was fairly certain he'd just be confusing his brother.

"Yes! I'll be - " Alfred eyes flicked out of the cabin from the train, hawking in on what seemed to be a student carrying a broomcase with them. "That, that!" He said, pointing energetically, causing a small downpour of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans to rain all over the ground in the cabin.

"A broomcase?" Matthew asked, largely ignored by his elder brother as he continued frantically pointing.

"Yes, that!" Alfred replied, confirming Matthew's belief that his remark had gone by ignored. "In fact, I'll go ask right now!"

"Ask what?"

"I know! That's a good plan!" He jumped from his seat, shifting out from his mountain of candy and wrappers, sending several chocolate frogs scurrying under the seats.

Matthew sighed, watching his enthusiastic brother run after the student, listening faintly to the chatter. It took a while before he could hear Alfred's loud voice faint completely. It was amiable in its own way, how excited he was, but he was a little tiring too.

Nevertheless, it left Matthew alone in a suddenly very, very quiet cabin. Save the croaking of chocolate frogs, of course.

Matthew spend his time alone mostly looking at the assortment of candy that littered the floor and pondering whether he ought to clean it up or not. On one hand, it was a big mess, and it bothered him slightly. On the other, he didn't feel like cleaning up his brother's mess. He did quite enough of that already.
As such, it was still a bit of a mess, particular around the window seats, where he and his brother had been seated, when the door slid open again. Fully prepared to mention the mess to his brother, he turned to face somebody who was not his brother.

Sure, the person in question was blonde, but that was where the likeness ended. That, or his brother had suddenly become a lot more top heavy. A lot more top heavy, he noted, blushing faintly when the girl entered the cabin, walking very slowly he noticed, arms crossed a little over her chest, sitting down right next to him with a deep sigh.

The girl sat down timidly, looking around the cabin a little nervously, eyes glancing a few times out of the cabin before she settled down completely. She trembled a little still, and Matthew would've sworn that the little heaves were accompanied by a soft sound. But that would be silly...

He was quickly pulled away from his thoughts however when he saw slight tears well up in her eyes, quickly laying one hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

The girl yelped, flustered, looking around a little panicky, apologizing profusely. As she waved her arms around, trying to explain, Matthew was now quite certain another sound... accompanied her... waving. Politeness however compelled him not to ask.

"I'm terribly sorry. I.. I didn't think anybody was here." She said, somewhat embarrassed. "I mean.. I didn't see you sitting there at all... I.. I thought the cabin was..."

"Empty?" Matthew finished her sentence.

The girl nodded quietly.

Matthew blinked a few times, then smiled softly. "It's alright, I get that a lot," he let out a soft chuckle to try and lighten the atmosphere.

Silence fell in the cabin once again, as the girl hurriedly wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. Matthew awkwardly pulled back his hand from her shoulder again, a little uncertain, but then extending it to her again.

"I'm Matthew." He said, smiling softly. "Matthew Williams."

"Yekaterina," She smiled back, shaking his hand, using her other hand to still wipe at her eyes. "Yekaterina Braginskaya.. but you can say Kat too, it's shorter.."

Matthew nodded quickly. "Alright Yekaterina, Kat..." He looked around the cabin quickly, trying to find a topic to talk about, and further, trying desperately not to look at her assets. Swiftly, he reached towards the chair opposite of him, picking up a chocolate frog from the heap that his brother had left behind. "Chocolate frog?"

"Oh... are you sure? I wouldn't want to.."

"It's alright they're not mine." He quickly corrected himself. "I... I mean they're my brother's, but I doubt he'll be returning because he simply ran off somewhere and most likely forgot all about here and he always buys too many anyway and I don't really eat them myself and I wouldn't want them to go to waste because I mean- "

He was cut off by a soft giggle from the girl. "Thank you, I'd like to take one."

"Ah," Matthew nodded quickly, handing over the frog to her, a little flustered. Was he supposed to keep eye contact? Look away? What were the right procedures in this kind of situation? And why did he swear he could hear that noise again as she was eating?

"Matthew?"

"Yes?" He answered, a little quickly.

"There's some chocolate on your glasses." Yekaterina gestured a little.

Matthew quickly picked up the glasses from his nose, watching the smudge where the chocolate frog had landed and apparently quite desperately had tried to stick to. He licked his finger, quickly rubbing over the glass to try and remove the chocolate, looking down a little, embarrassed. He put his glasses back on and listened to the silence return again.

"Matth-"

"Kat- "

They spoke simultaneously and Matthew quickly turned to face the girl again.
"You go first," he smiled softly, grabbing a bag of the flavoured beans to keep his hands occupied with something.

"Well..." The girl smiled awkwardly. "You.. you must've noticed by now, I mean.. the.. the.." Tears welled up in her eyes again.

"W-wow, erm, it's alright!" Matthew quickly reached forwards a little again, hand once more awkwardly placed on her shoulder. "If you don-"

She smiled softly, shrugging his hand of her shoulder. "It's okay... you must be wondering what happened... some of the guys basically noticed... them..." Matthew didn't need any further explanation as to what she was referring too. "And well... decided it would be funny if... they added some... you know..."

Sound effects, the girl didn't have to finish her sentence for him to understand what she was she was talking about. He nodded understandingly, not sure how to reply to that. It explained the sound he had been hearing though.

"I.. I'm sure it'll wear off again." He smiled softly. "Is that why you were looking for an empty cabin?"

"Yes... " She said quietly.

"O-oh... well, I don't mind.. I mean, I hardly noticed at all. And I don't mind the company, it's been a little quiet since my brother left." He smiled. "And you make a much better conversational partner than him."

"We've hardly talked..."

"That makes you think doesn't it?" He laughed softly, relieved to see a small smile on her face too.

"He sounds like an interesting person."

"That he is. A bit hard to get along with sometimes though."

"Really? I have a brother too, but he's not that good at making friends.. he's a little... overbearing... and my younger sister is a little protective of him too..."

"You don't say?" Matthew laughed a little. "Sounds like perhaps he and Alfred could be friends."

"They should meet each other then." She smiled.

"Who knows, they might already have, knowing my brother, he probably already coursed through the whole train."

"He sounds energetic."

"I suppose that would be a good word to describe him." He chuckled, opening his mouth to speak again, but interrupted as the door slid open once again.

Yet another blonde stepped into the cabin, a big one, and in a rather different way than the previous. The man was tall to say the least and he had to lean in a little forwards to not bump his head as he entered the cabin.

His hair was slicked upwards in a somewhat gravity defying matter, and briefly it crossed Matthew's mind to wonder whether that was natural, like his brothers flick, or whether the guy used copious amounts of gel. Or perhaps cement.

He sat down opposite of him, not particularly minding the pile of candy that was there, giving a quick nod at Yekaterina. He smiled broadly, nodding at nothing in particular, letting his broad frame fall back in the seat. It took him a little while to take note of Matthew, at which he smiled a little wider.

Matthew watched silently, shifting a little under his gaze, leaning a little closer to her. "Do you think he's?..."

"Maarten." The guy said, chuckling softly.

The two others stayed silent for a moment.

"Yekaterina," the girl was the first to respond.

"Matthew," he quickly added his name in reply as well.

Silence spread through the cabin again and Matthew looked between the newcomer and Yekaterina awkwardly.
The guy in front of him smiled dazedly between the two of them, not saying a lot more, giggling a little from time to time. They silence was thankfully broken as yet another blonde stormed into the cabin, grabbing the guy by his ear roughly.

"Maarten! Waar denk j- " The girl turned to the two of them, smiling briefly, holding the protesting guy roughly. "I'm very sorry for this, I hope my brother didn't cause any problems."

Matthew and Yekaterina both nodded a little awkwardly, mumbling something about him not causing any problems.

"He keeps doing this, and on the first day too." She sighed, a little aggravated. "Those guys and their stupid spells."

"Spells?"

"Cannabaceae gaudium, or something along those lines, it doesn't matter." She looked at them a little sharply, as she dragged her brother up with her. "Clouds their mind, and they even use it on themselves... for fun, can you believe it?"

Matthew assured her, that no, no he couldn't.

"I'm very sorry for any inconvenience he caused you, normally he isn't that bad a guy... if he's all there. Stop protesting." She pulled on him sharply, dragging him behind her.

Matthew blinked at the door where the girl left through.

Yekaterina chuckled softly. "It seems like everybody is having brother problems today."

"Seems like it," he agreed, smiling gently. "Want another chocolate frog?"

"Gladly."

{{And I think this'll be my last de-anoning for now, it should cover most what I wrote for the kink meme. This one is actually a multi-chapter fic (and still unfinished), but because I'm getting tired I'll be uploading the different chapters over the course of a couple of days.

Some translation notes:
"Maarten, waar denk j-" Translates from dutch to. "Maarten, what do y-" (think you're doing)
The spell Cannabaceae gaudium, is based from the latin words for cannabis and delight/joy.

.?thread=30014990#t30014990 (original fill, also if you want to read the rest of the chapters before I upload.)}}