✧˖°. Happy Accidents ‧₊˚ ⊹

Noctua fidgeted with his platform ticket, a ticket to a platform that apparently did not exist, but that was fine, no need to panic. He glanced to the clock nervously.

10:52AM

Shoot. At this rate, he was going to miss the train for sure!

'..okay, this is fine. I'm sure I'm just overthinking it!' Noctua thought to himself, dragging his trunk and leaning on a nearby pillar, when suddenly—

He let out a startled noise, just barely catching himself.

What? The wall was right behind him, how could he have—

He blinked.

Huh.

The pillar was no longer behind him, nor was King's Cross Station in front of him. Bewildered, he dazedly stood up, looking around.

Noctua observed many teary-eyed parents waving goodbye to their children, said children were boarding a huge, bright red train. A large sign caught his eye.

Platform 9¾

Huh.

He quickly recovered his trunk, which was about two feet from his initial landing, scampering onto the train without question.

After successfully locating an empty compartment (It was directly next to the toilets, but hey, who was he to complain?) and retrieved his copy of Hogwarts: A History, pocketing his bookmark and flipping to the next chapter. Platform 9¾

Noctua sighed at the irony, wouldn't that have been useful five minutes ago?