First Trip To Hogwarts
The dawn at King's Cross was cold but refreshing, alive with the noise of people talking and the sound of an owl hooting now and then. Leo Fenwick was holding his trolley's handle with all his strength, the leather of his suitcase, which looked quite old, banging as he walked after his parents among the people. His pulse went racing with every step—not because he was scared, but because of a thrilling and nervous feeling at the same time. This was not the way he usually saw the world. He was not just an ordinary boy of eleven years. He was going to take the Hogwarts Express.
He had been hearing tales all the time—about the sky being decorated with shining stars, stairs moving, and ghosts that were walking in the corridors like the owners of the place. But now, those tales seemed too magnificent, too unbelievable as he stood between platforms nine and ten, looking at the brick wall, which was the door to another world.
His mother beamed at him. “Go on, darling. Just walk right through. Don't stop, don't hesitate.”
Leo gulped, moved his trolley ahead—and the station around him changed instantly with red and gold colors. A moment later, he found himself walking out onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. What he saw made him unable to breathe: a brightly colored steam train was hissing its way through the clouds of silver smoke, while students in costumes were moving rapidly, calling out to friends, and waving to their parents.
“Simply wonderful…” he uttered imperceptibly.
The boy who was tall and had freckles on his face, by chance, bumped into Leo and quickly said, “Sorry!” before he disappeared. Leo awkwardly laughed, and with some effort, he put his trunk into one of the cupboards. The train was comfortable and charming from inside—the joy was loud and could be heard from the hallways, and the smell of some sweets was coming from the trolley, which was standing a few coaches away.
He took a seat next to the window, and with his hand, he touched the glass, which was cool, seeing the parents waving and children who were shouting last-minute goodbyes. His mother spotted him and gestured, We’re proud of you. Leo was happy and made a small gesture of waving right at the moment when the whistle sounded. The train gave a very sudden movement, and they were on their way.
As London was getting further and further, Leo was resting in his chair, heart beating fast. A whole new world of magic, spells, potions, and mysteries was lying ahead of him. For the very first time, he could feel it—magic was actually happening, and it was inviting him.
Hogwarts was there, waiting.
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He had been hearing tales all the time—about the sky being decorated with shining stars, stairs moving, and ghosts that were walking in the corridors like the owners of the place. But now, those tales seemed too magnificent, too unbelievable as he stood between platforms nine and ten, looking at the brick wall, which was the door to another world.
His mother beamed at him. “Go on, darling. Just walk right through. Don't stop, don't hesitate.”
Leo gulped, moved his trolley ahead—and the station around him changed instantly with red and gold colors. A moment later, he found himself walking out onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. What he saw made him unable to breathe: a brightly colored steam train was hissing its way through the clouds of silver smoke, while students in costumes were moving rapidly, calling out to friends, and waving to their parents.
“Simply wonderful…” he uttered imperceptibly.
The boy who was tall and had freckles on his face, by chance, bumped into Leo and quickly said, “Sorry!” before he disappeared. Leo awkwardly laughed, and with some effort, he put his trunk into one of the cupboards. The train was comfortable and charming from inside—the joy was loud and could be heard from the hallways, and the smell of some sweets was coming from the trolley, which was standing a few coaches away.
He took a seat next to the window, and with his hand, he touched the glass, which was cool, seeing the parents waving and children who were shouting last-minute goodbyes. His mother spotted him and gestured, We’re proud of you. Leo was happy and made a small gesture of waving right at the moment when the whistle sounded. The train gave a very sudden movement, and they were on their way.
As London was getting further and further, Leo was resting in his chair, heart beating fast. A whole new world of magic, spells, potions, and mysteries was lying ahead of him. For the very first time, he could feel it—magic was actually happening, and it was inviting him.
Hogwarts was there, waiting.
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First Trip To Hogwarts
The train ride
@Leo FenwickMultiple footsteps filled the space as students ran around finding places to sit, catching up with friends, waving last minute good-byes and clinging to newly made friends.
Azrael is quietly trying to find an empty cabin...that, or one that is the least filled- he isn't used to being around so many people, especially not so many EXCITED people.
His luggage feels heavy as he drags it next to him, pushing past people as he walked...at the very end of the cabins, he found a quiet cabin- a boy his age sat inside, he seemed excited as he looked out the window- so, Azrael peeked inside, big, round eyes narrowing as he spoke up.
"Excuse me." He started, pushing the door open as he looked inside. "May I sit here?...I haven't found an empty cabin."
His mother's words suddenly rang in his ears as the boy turned to look at him.
"You should start making friends your age, it's good for you, dear."
Although he felt fine on his own, maybe he should give it a try? After all, people often found him eerie, and opted not to approach him...but maybe if he made the first move, he could have a chance of making his first friend?
"...I'm Azrael, by the way." He mumbled, face blank as he blinked for the first time in at least a full minute. "... what's your name?"
Hopefully he doesn't mess this up, he's trying his best (he isn't exactly the most friendly and go lucky kid to be around), but will his best be enough for today?
We'll see.
"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?"