Chapter 4 - Wood.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder,
'Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..'
I turned round and looked straight into the same strange hazel eyes that had been watching me this morning.
'who are you?'
'Wood, wood green.' The boy said in a rich well rounded accent.
'As in Wood, son of umm?' The name was on the tip of my tong but I couldn't quite place it.
'Yeh, but, well were not on speaking terms, at the moment.'
'sorry to hear that..'
I kept getting distracted by hoe distinct beauty, the curve of his lips was perfect and his tousled mousy hair looked as though it had been styled by a professional.
'why were you staring at me earlier?' I asked, harshly.
'I didn't mean to upset you!' he stammered.
'I never said you did, I just asked why?'
He let out a low sigh which made me feel as if my probing was annoying him.
'you remind me of someone..' he replied.
There was silence for a moment before he broke it by asking me what carriage I was in.
'32 I think' I looked round at the compartment door we were standing next to, it was number 37 and laughed.
'whats so funny?'
'Nothing, it just, well I just came to far..'
'We came to far...I'm in carriage 32 aswell'
There was an awkward silence, both of us making a point not to look at the other, pretending to be contented looking at the wooden walls.
'I'm gunna go unpack'
'Need any help' He asked kindly, if a little annoyingly. since when did I ever need help?
'don't be patronizing' I snapped and walked back down the corridor, leaving him standing there confused as to what he had done wrong. When I got into the carriage I restrained myself form slamming the door.

Brightly colored,  distinctive birds flew across the walls every few minutes and flowers of a crisp fresh nature swayed idly in the breeze. Tiny snow flakes caressed the enormous mountain, making it look as though it was dusted with icing sugar. If you got close enough you could smell the wild flowers, it was a delicious almost medicinal scent that brought back memories of days spent picnicking and flying broomsticks without a care in the world.

There was one sparse tree that looked as though it should be long dead, but was in fact still standing. Wind brought a fresh sent and cool atmosphere to the carriage and the large white sun made the room incredibly bright. A wooden floor, polished like the one outside in the corridor swept the room into a deep chestnut color and two bunk beads sprang from its depths.

The bunk beds were adorned with amazing linens and silks that soothed the skin and aided sleep. The pillows were made of petite  grouse feathers and the duvets also. I had  never been to anywhere like this. And I never wanted to leave.