Evangeline's grip on both her mother's hand and the large briefcase she had brought along with her tightened as they approached the pillar that would, hopefully, transport them to Platform 9¾. Considering the fact that it looked much like a regular pillar and not at all something that could be magical, she was hesitant to walk into it, let alone, as her mother suggested, sprint full-speed towards it. So, despite her mother’s pleads to rush towards the brick column and, in her words, ‘have some fun’, the pair moved towards the pillar at a slow pace. And yet, even though there was no chance of any injury, Evangeline was still anxious. She had no idea on what exactly would lay beyond the pillar, instead only what her Hogwarts letter had told her, and that small detail scared her.

Nevertheless, they continued forward, despite the continually gnawing anxiety that was devouring Evangeline, which had now reached its climax, right at the entrance to Platform 9¾. She froze, the brick column towering over her, as her mother attempted to go through. Her mother, realising only after a few moments that her daughter had stopped, turned to face Evangeline, who, now, was trembling slightly, teary-eyed. Evangeline's mother knelt down and, with her thumb, brushed away a teardrop that had been flowing down Evangeline's face, all while repeatedly asking why her daughter was now crying. The girl gulped, her trembling lessening, trying to speak without bursting into full-blown sobbing. Her mother held a finger up to Evangeline's mouth, shushing her. There was a slight pause, before her mother's finger fell to her side to embrace her daughter. However, it was only for a short moment.

Her mother got up from her knees and stretched her arms out, groaning to herself. Evangeline nodded, wiping the remnants of tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, before approaching the pillar once more. She held a hand out towards it, curious to see whether this would all be real. One final test, just to prove it. However, to her surprise, the pillar’s surface was not solid: in fact, her hand seemed to phase through it. Evangeline stumbled back, shocked. She looked at her hand, which was still perfectly intact and perfectly normal, and, after a few moments of thinking, decided to assume that it was safe to walk through the pillar. With her fear mostly alleviated, Evangeline held a hand out for her mother to hold, and then walked through the pillar.

The platform beyond the pillar looked rather like the other ones. But the people, on the other hand, were much more unique than the ‘muggles’, as wizards called them: some of them wheeled carts that were filled to the brim with old, dusty books, cages that held owls, rats, and strange fluffy balls, and then, of course, the cauldrons and wands really finished it all off. Evangeline was rather overwhelmed by all of these odd qualities, and so stayed rather close to her mother. But, as the pair arrived at the train, she knew she would have to face this new world by herself. The girl embraced her mother, a timid smile on her face, not knowing what might be ahead. Her mother chuckled to herself, before letting go of her daughter and wiping her eyes. Evangeline breathed out, before turning to the train. She found it to be rather elegant, and, with that in mind, she felt a little better about the situation. Evangeline heaved her briefcase onto the train, before stepping on herself. A train whistle blew, indicating that it would move. This was it. The start of a new life. She waved at her mother, before hurriedly grabbing her case and moving into one of the carriages.