The murmurs from the crowd fill my ears like a radio on static, ad the girls and I push our trolleys down the platforms in search of platform 9 3/4, however, my dad left us at the wrong end of the station because he was late for a meeting at the ministry. We're running late, only walking past platform 23.
"What are we going to do?" Nirvana asks nervously pushing through the crowd.
"Give me a damned minute, I'm thinking," I call back to her. "Oh, sorry miss, excuse me." I continue before almost running over a stout, toad-like woman wearing an awful lot of pink.
"Oh, not a problem dearie." She replies in a sickly sweet vice. Something inside me cringed but I knew better than to do it outwardly, so I just smile in return and continued on my way. That's when I had an idea.
"Guys find someone in all blue, we'll ask them."
"But they will look at us like we are crazy!" Sierra looks at me with an astoundment. She would do the hand gestures too because she is a very mobile communicator but I had to duct tape her hands to her cart so she would stop trying to get someone else to push it. Lazy.
"She means to just ask them for platforms 9 and 10 you idiot," Nirvana responds with a roll of her eyes.
"I see one let's go!" I tell them, already taking off.
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"We make it onto the train and luckily find an empty car, the second car before the caboose, but we didn't care. The two girls were fast asleep laying on top of each other as I sat reading on my own bench. I remembered that last year we were comparing and contrasting the difference between an animagi and a werewolf and I had a slight interest then but seeing one in person was absolutely intriguing.
Yes, I have witnessed McGonagall go back and forth between herself being a cat and well herself, but that was different, she was a professor, she's supposed to be extraordinary, but Scabbers? He had to be like that for years! My thoughts and my peaceful reading were interrupted however when I hear a kerfuffle going on outside the compartment.
"Typical that the Weasley's don't know about it." Malfoy laughs as his voice grows closer to her compartment. My eyes met the white head and his posse. The boy smiled.
"Do you know what's going on this year Ledbury?" he asked with a smirk that just made his ego seem bigger. I rolled my eyes.
"All I know is that I needed a dress Malfoy, so if you come to gloat I will just slam the door on you," I tell him before going back to my book. He walks in and takes the book from my hands.
"What are you reading psycho?" he asks looking at it. Seeing its title he rolled his eyes and tosses it back to me. "Did you fail 3rd year Ledbury? Kinda pathetic to read about that old topic." I roll my eyes again at him.
"I have an interest Malfoy, an interest that is more life fulfilling than your excessive need to make everyone else inferior. What are you going to do when you can't go snitch to your father like a 5-year-old?" I ask him with a raised eyebrow. He smirks again.
"That won't be a problem for me." He turns and starts to walk out of the room. "This year will prove it. Come on Crabbe and Goyle, she's not as entertaining as Potter and his friends."
