Octavian adjusted his glasses for what was probably the tenth time since he arrivied
Not because they had actually slipped. They had not.He was just nervous.
The platform was loud not ear splitting loud just loud in a way he had never really experinced before.
He stopped walking for a second.
It was real.
That was the stupid thing. He knew it was real. He'd gotten the letter. He had walked through a freaking wall. He was standing on Platform 9¾ surounded by well.......people he wasnt expecting everone to look s human like.
his grip tighted on the handle of his trunk.
A flash of movement near the tracks caught his eye.
There perched on a stack of luggage that definitely didn't belong to it was a small brown bird.
Not an owl Just a bird.
though really thinking about it Octavian stepped away from the crowd and crouched down a few feet away from it.
"Hey" he said quietly.
The bird stared at him.
"Yeah, I know weird place to be."The bird tilted its head.
He smiled despite himself.
"My name's Octavian."
The bird did not introduce itself.
"Fair enough."
Octavian mind still wonderd back to his parent while he was boarding the train like just imagen your 11 year old just gone no letter,no note,not his usual act to get attention just gone