"Do you have your trunk? Oh honey get her trunk!" Em's mum yelled to her father. Today was the day, and Em couldn't stop jumping up and down on the balls of her feet. "Can I go now? Please, please mum I gotta go!" Em said impatiently, followed by the distant grimaces of her seven undeserving siblings. She was going to be the only one in her family to go to Hogwarts, and she was very excited. The thought of "Magic" was too much for this muggle-born to handle, and she was ready to jump through the barrier.

"Hold on now! Your father is getting you a spare cart for your trunk dear--oh Sara stop crying! Your sister is very lucky, and you need to respect that!" her mum yelled at her younger sibling, who was almost identical to her except for the blue eyes. Em's gaze caught the sign, but it didn't say "9 3/4" as she was instructed, so she stopped right in the middle like she was previously instructed.

"Well, 'bye honey! Good luck, best wishes, Auf Wiedersehen!" said her father, she was part German.

Em didn't hesitate, and she ran right through the brick wall, a bustling platform came before her. Her smile faded, and she looked around for help. "H-hello!" she yelled, hoping for someone to find her, and tell her where the train was. It didn't seem to be there quite yet. "Hello--" but before she could turn around she bumped right into a student. "H-hi! C-could you tell me where to go?" she asked, stuttering as she did so.

Em turned up to look at a pale face, accompanied by daft lips and bleach blonde hair, almost white. Em brushed off her skirt and knees, fixing the collar of her maroon jumper. She looked up at the Hogwarts Express, a scarlet engine with billowing black smoke, and a piercing sound came to her ears as it howled. She looked at the girl, unsure of what to say, but she always managed to blurt something. "Oh, yeah--of course! It's right there! Uh, thanks!" Laughed Em. "I'm Emilia, or "Em" rather! Um...you know I bet you could tell me yours in the compartment! Lets go!" she said awkwardly, still with a bubbly sort of tone.

She looked back and smiled, heaving her trunk off her cart and jogging carefully over to the scarlet engine. It was grande, way better than any metro in the "muggle" London. She stopped at the start of the door, waiting to get her name while the bustle of students alike found their seats. "Uh--your name? You know, while we wait for our seats?" she asked, switching her trunk luggage to the other hand and reaching out a pinkish, cold hand. Her smile was bright, and she was ready for a new friendship!