September 1st, 2020

It was quite obvious that Lea did not want to be here. It was also quite obvious that her parents were a little confused as to what they should be doing. Platform 9 3/4s? There was only a 9 and a 10 that the trio could see, Lea handling her trunk. There wasn't much she needed to carry (surprisingly), but the books were starting to weigh her down as she lugged it around, searching for this very specific platform.

"See? It doesn't exist. Hogwarts doesn't exist, magic doesn't exist, we should be heading back home." The girl pouted, dropping her trunk onto the ground. Her father quickly scooped up the trunk himself, offering a smile to the child. "I'm sure we'll find it. Let's just wait a moment."

So that was what they did, the two muggle parents attempting to scope out those who might've been wizards with young kids, trying to see where they ended up. Thankfully, it didn't take them too long to find out, her mother quietly pointing out a few students that she walked into a wall and then vanished. The brown haired girl looked at her mother with surprise. "Mom, you want me to walk into a wall? That's not possible- they-" Lea paused, trying to grasp for some sort of reasonable conclusion as to what they had just witnessed.

"Kiddo, it's gonna be okay, alright?" Her father's hand patted the top of her head, gently transitioning the trunk from his hands to hers. Her mother bent down to brush away one of rogue bangs. "Plus, you can take it slowly, so you won't hurt yourself if it doesn't work." Caecilia's words were softer, an odd sense of calm amid the background chattering and sounds of footsteps, wheels, and train brakes.

"Alright." Trunk in hand, she wandered over to the brick wall, glancing both ways before extending a hand through, and then the rest of her body.

She had made it to the Hogwarts Express.