6 Jan 2020, 09:59
Annoying Start
He was getting really tired as time passed by, more tired than he usually was. He couldn't ask any muggles, and there was no one he knew that could help him, that he didn't want to bother and had no way of currently contacting.
"How in the world do you get on this Platform 9 3/4?" He grumbled, getting quite annoyed It was troublesome to keep walking in circles and getting weird looks. Not to mention, the clothing he currently wore, and the trunk in his trolley were both unusual.
He perked up uncharacteristically (but at this point, he was almost desperate for a way on) as he spotted a small family flaking to themselves.
The children's clothing quite similar looking to his own, each carrying a trunk and trolley as well. He sighed in relief, making his way to the small family as they stopped in front of a wall.
"Excuse me," Sen politely made himself known, "I was wondering how you get on Platform 9 3/4, if you don't mind." The mother guided him, allowing her children to demonstrate. She tried to get Sen on first, but he refused.
"No, it's quite alright. I'm waiting on someone to arrive, but it seems they are running late." Sen lied, there was no one he was waiting for, but it wouldn't do for him to take up more of the woman's time than he had already.
He waited exactly seven minutes, before walking through the wall, quite surprised when he found himself at the platform full of people. He checked the time on his wristwatch, smiling when the hands told him there was three minutes left.
He abandoned the trolley, opting to hold the trunk instead. He glanced nervously around for the last few minutes, unsure if he should strike up a conversation with someone else. He decided against disturbing anyone, as everyone else, from what he could tell, was in a tearful goodbye.
Everywhere he looked were families, big and small, making his chest ache. He quickly looked away from the families.
"I don't need anyone." He muttered to himself, eyes downcast, his fist gripped the handle harder. He was snapped out of his blank thoughts when the train suddenly arrived, and he followed everyone else on, quickly looking for an empty carriage where he could be alone.
'Damn,' he thought, 'all I wanted was to go back to sleep but no, of course not.'
"You know, the human race may be the smartest animals but they're also the dumbest," he said blandly with a deadpan.
"How in the world do you get on this Platform 9 3/4?" He grumbled, getting quite annoyed It was troublesome to keep walking in circles and getting weird looks. Not to mention, the clothing he currently wore, and the trunk in his trolley were both unusual.
He perked up uncharacteristically (but at this point, he was almost desperate for a way on) as he spotted a small family flaking to themselves.
The children's clothing quite similar looking to his own, each carrying a trunk and trolley as well. He sighed in relief, making his way to the small family as they stopped in front of a wall.
"Excuse me," Sen politely made himself known, "I was wondering how you get on Platform 9 3/4, if you don't mind." The mother guided him, allowing her children to demonstrate. She tried to get Sen on first, but he refused.
"No, it's quite alright. I'm waiting on someone to arrive, but it seems they are running late." Sen lied, there was no one he was waiting for, but it wouldn't do for him to take up more of the woman's time than he had already.
He waited exactly seven minutes, before walking through the wall, quite surprised when he found himself at the platform full of people. He checked the time on his wristwatch, smiling when the hands told him there was three minutes left.
He abandoned the trolley, opting to hold the trunk instead. He glanced nervously around for the last few minutes, unsure if he should strike up a conversation with someone else. He decided against disturbing anyone, as everyone else, from what he could tell, was in a tearful goodbye.
Everywhere he looked were families, big and small, making his chest ache. He quickly looked away from the families.
"I don't need anyone." He muttered to himself, eyes downcast, his fist gripped the handle harder. He was snapped out of his blank thoughts when the train suddenly arrived, and he followed everyone else on, quickly looking for an empty carriage where he could be alone.
'Damn,' he thought, 'all I wanted was to go back to sleep but no, of course not.'
"You know, the human race may be the smartest animals but they're also the dumbest," he said blandly with a deadpan.