Platform 9 and 3 what?!
I live in London. I've been to King's Cross Station. I've NEVER seen a platform 93/4! But standing here in the bustling crowd of wizards, witches, and muggles, I can feel the magic emanating from that solid wall I've passed without a second glance. But now I can see people walking right through the wall!
"This brings back so many memories!" My mom practically squeals. She grips my trolley as tightly as I do. I take a deep breath. This can't be that hard. I look back at my family, my mom who's overjoyed, my dad with a reserved smile resting on his face, and my sister, nervous for me. And my baby brother, who mostly drools on me when I hug him goodbye.
"Remember to listen to your professors and learn lots," my dad says as I give him one final hug.
"You will write to me, right?" My sister asks, teary-eyed.
"Of course I will!" I assure her.
"It's nearly 11!" My mom exclaims, "Send us an owl when you reach Hogwarts! And don't forget to tell us when you land yourself in Gryffindor!"
"I hope so," I say, smiling at each of them one last time before gripping my trolley and briskly walking toward the brick wall like the other young wizards and witches did in the past couple of minutes.
My heart drops a little when I see the solid wall that I came out of instead of my smiling family. I follow the lead of the others and pile into the most beautiful train I've ever been on. Also, the loudest, it's filled with kids walking up and down the aisle and talking among themselves. I get shoved from behind by someone and take it as a sign to find a seat.
Everyone looks like they know each other and are too busy to want to talk to me, so I find an empty compartment. I shove my trunk and other luggage into the ledge above my seat, and then I stare out the window, waiting for the train to lead me to my new life.
Every so often, I glance anxiously down the hallway of the train, hoping someone will be braver than I was and introduce themselves to me.
Jeanette Bennet
"This brings back so many memories!" My mom practically squeals. She grips my trolley as tightly as I do. I take a deep breath. This can't be that hard. I look back at my family, my mom who's overjoyed, my dad with a reserved smile resting on his face, and my sister, nervous for me. And my baby brother, who mostly drools on me when I hug him goodbye.
"Remember to listen to your professors and learn lots," my dad says as I give him one final hug.
"You will write to me, right?" My sister asks, teary-eyed.
"Of course I will!" I assure her.
"It's nearly 11!" My mom exclaims, "Send us an owl when you reach Hogwarts! And don't forget to tell us when you land yourself in Gryffindor!"
"I hope so," I say, smiling at each of them one last time before gripping my trolley and briskly walking toward the brick wall like the other young wizards and witches did in the past couple of minutes.
My heart drops a little when I see the solid wall that I came out of instead of my smiling family. I follow the lead of the others and pile into the most beautiful train I've ever been on. Also, the loudest, it's filled with kids walking up and down the aisle and talking among themselves. I get shoved from behind by someone and take it as a sign to find a seat.
Everyone looks like they know each other and are too busy to want to talk to me, so I find an empty compartment. I shove my trunk and other luggage into the ledge above my seat, and then I stare out the window, waiting for the train to lead me to my new life.
Every so often, I glance anxiously down the hallway of the train, hoping someone will be braver than I was and introduce themselves to me.
Jeanette Bennet