The train to new world
The train began its journey into the wondrous and unexplored land of magic and wizardry. The steady clatter of the wheels and the distant murmur of students in their compartments filled the air. Arlen watched the passing scenery through the window, and only the nervous twitching of her fingers betrayed her anxiety.
She had been born among Muggles, in a small village near Waterford in Ireland. Learning that she was a witch had only strengthened her belief that there was something different about her. Arlen had always been different. She was unsociable and spent most of her time buried in books.
These gloomy thoughts drifted through her mind. Then she remembered that she was sitting aboard a bright scarlet train that was racing across meadows and fields, carrying her to lands she had never seen before, to the castle of Hogwarts.
Arlen looked around the compartment, but it was empty.
"Maybe that's for the best," she thought. "After all, we'll be sorted into different Houses anyway."
With a sigh, she took out her copy of "A History of Hogwarts" and immersed herself in reading.
The landscapes outside continued to pass by, and the hours seemed to fly just as quickly. At one point, there was a knock on the compartment door, and Arlen saw a short woman pushing a trolley full of sweets.
"Would you like anything?" the woman asked.
Arlen nodded and asked for a regular sandwich. She wasn't in the mood for sweets. After paying one Sickle, she eagerly bit into the soft bread. It was delicious.
As the train drew closer to Hogwarts, darkness began to fall. Arlen changed into her robes and put on her pointed hat. Carefully placing the rest of her belongings back into her trunk, she looked out of the window. The open fields had given way to dark forests, and the sun was sinking below the horizon.
Arlen took out her sketchbook and made a quick drawing of the train window. About two hours later, when darkness had completely swallowed the landscape, the train began to slow down. A few minutes later, it came to a stop at a lonely station.
Suddenly, there was commotion everywhere as people hurriedly gathered their things. Arlen stood up, picked up her belongings, and left the compartment. The flow of students carried her toward the exit.
The cold night air stung her lungs, but after many hours aboard the train, it felt refreshing. Complete darkness surrounded them, and only the distant beams of lanterns pointed the way...
She had been born among Muggles, in a small village near Waterford in Ireland. Learning that she was a witch had only strengthened her belief that there was something different about her. Arlen had always been different. She was unsociable and spent most of her time buried in books.
These gloomy thoughts drifted through her mind. Then she remembered that she was sitting aboard a bright scarlet train that was racing across meadows and fields, carrying her to lands she had never seen before, to the castle of Hogwarts.
Arlen looked around the compartment, but it was empty.
"Maybe that's for the best," she thought. "After all, we'll be sorted into different Houses anyway."
With a sigh, she took out her copy of "A History of Hogwarts" and immersed herself in reading.
The landscapes outside continued to pass by, and the hours seemed to fly just as quickly. At one point, there was a knock on the compartment door, and Arlen saw a short woman pushing a trolley full of sweets.
"Would you like anything?" the woman asked.
Arlen nodded and asked for a regular sandwich. She wasn't in the mood for sweets. After paying one Sickle, she eagerly bit into the soft bread. It was delicious.
As the train drew closer to Hogwarts, darkness began to fall. Arlen changed into her robes and put on her pointed hat. Carefully placing the rest of her belongings back into her trunk, she looked out of the window. The open fields had given way to dark forests, and the sun was sinking below the horizon.
Arlen took out her sketchbook and made a quick drawing of the train window. About two hours later, when darkness had completely swallowed the landscape, the train began to slow down. A few minutes later, it came to a stop at a lonely station.
Suddenly, there was commotion everywhere as people hurriedly gathered their things. Arlen stood up, picked up her belongings, and left the compartment. The flow of students carried her toward the exit.
The cold night air stung her lungs, but after many hours aboard the train, it felt refreshing. Complete darkness surrounded them, and only the distant beams of lanterns pointed the way...
Reducio
WC 422
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