Someplace New
Esther’s mother had always been very passionate about tales when Esther was young. That was just how she always had been. Her mother had insisted all the great stories she told about this so-called Hogwarts were very real.
At one point, Esther believed these tales. Now, Esther just brushed it off as playful mother antics. Non-existent platforms? Flying on broomsticks? Absurd!
Put simply, this was the last thing that Esther had thought would happen.
Esther’s eyes warily scanned the bustling King’s Cross Station. Esther’s mother, who had also gone to Hogwarts before, had led her to Platform 9 3/4. “Move along, Esther.” Her mother urged in response to seeing the child frozen in place. “You don’t want to miss the train, do you?”
Esther shook her head after a few seconds, still in a daze. The very idea of walking straight into a wall was absurd to her, but unexpectedly, it worked. What was even more bizarre? It led her to a platform that she didn’t believe even existed.
Esther watched other students pass by. Some her age, some older.
The ginger-haired girl turned to look at her mother, still dazed. A million thoughts— mainly questions— ran through her head: She has been here before? Why doesn’t father know about this?
She had no time to question her entire life’s beliefs, for she heard the train screeching to a stop. “I’ll see you later.” Esther hugged her mother very briefly; she didn’t have much time to bid farewell now. “Goodbye, Esther.” her mother responded, looking somewhat nostalgic as her daughter boarded the train at the same place she did years ago.
“Crowded” would probably be too small of a word to describe it.
People flooded onto the train like water being poured into a glass— no matter how long this train is, Esther thought, not many people will be getting one compartment to themselves.
Entering one of the compartments (which was empty for now), she placed her trunk in the designated area of the small room. Her gaze drifted to the window, watching the scene outside with a mix of wonder and disbelief.
This was going to be fun.
[Word count: 362]
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞.
At one point, Esther believed these tales. Now, Esther just brushed it off as playful mother antics. Non-existent platforms? Flying on broomsticks? Absurd!
Put simply, this was the last thing that Esther had thought would happen.
Esther’s eyes warily scanned the bustling King’s Cross Station. Esther’s mother, who had also gone to Hogwarts before, had led her to Platform 9 3/4. “Move along, Esther.” Her mother urged in response to seeing the child frozen in place. “You don’t want to miss the train, do you?”
Esther shook her head after a few seconds, still in a daze. The very idea of walking straight into a wall was absurd to her, but unexpectedly, it worked. What was even more bizarre? It led her to a platform that she didn’t believe even existed.
Esther watched other students pass by. Some her age, some older.
The ginger-haired girl turned to look at her mother, still dazed. A million thoughts— mainly questions— ran through her head: She has been here before? Why doesn’t father know about this?
She had no time to question her entire life’s beliefs, for she heard the train screeching to a stop. “I’ll see you later.” Esther hugged her mother very briefly; she didn’t have much time to bid farewell now. “Goodbye, Esther.” her mother responded, looking somewhat nostalgic as her daughter boarded the train at the same place she did years ago.
“Crowded” would probably be too small of a word to describe it.
People flooded onto the train like water being poured into a glass— no matter how long this train is, Esther thought, not many people will be getting one compartment to themselves.
Entering one of the compartments (which was empty for now), she placed her trunk in the designated area of the small room. Her gaze drifted to the window, watching the scene outside with a mix of wonder and disbelief.
This was going to be fun.
[Word count: 362]
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞.