Everything Will Be Okay, I Promise Solo Fin

1st September,
Platform 9 3/4

Bella Rivers reaches the other side of the barrier, welcomed by the bustling platform. Her father follows closely behind her, his light brown hair all windswept. A smile is plastered on her face as she takes in her surroundings; the students, old and new, all saying their farewell's and running around finding their friends. Steam came billowing out of the train which would take her to her new home;

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"Right let's find somewhere we can stop and gather ourselves." Bella's father suggests, pushing the trolley toward a more open space. She follows enthusiastically, still keeping a watch on everyone around her. He stops and composes himself, rearranging his black jacket; his work uniform underneath, ready to go to work after dropping Bella off. Bella smiles at her light brown owl, watching as he excitedly hoots to the other owls in their cages.

Bella turns to look at her father, a sadness sweeping over her; she'll miss him. "So... I guess this is it." she sends him a small smile, he returns it with a bigger one.

He wanted to be strong for Bella, no matter how hard it was to finally see her attending school. Looking down at his daughter, he sees her mother; a spitting image. "Remember to send letters, I want to hear all about school. Are you nervous?" he asks, knowing she hid her feelings a lot.

Bella sighs, glancing once more around at all the people. "A little, it's a lot of people. Strangers." making friends had always been a struggle for Bella, maybe Hogwarts will change that.

She hugs her father tightly, allowing herself to fall into his embrace. It wouldn't be until Christmas she would see him again. A whistle could be heard in the distance, signalling the train would be leaving soon.

"You need to get on the train, it's going soon. Everything will be okay, I promise." her father says, before helping Bella move her things onto the train. Once on, she smiles one more time to her father and pulls her things with her; hoping to find a compartment to sit in.

Here we go... she thought to herself, walking along the busy train corridor.