Squeaks, the chaotic sound of books and objects all clumsily mixed together in a trolley, and Euphaustus’ exciting breaths released into the air, full of joy and thrill. The boy had run so fast that his mother couldn’t catch up with him. For all he knew, she was still at the station’s entrance. However, he didn’t care. His life was going to change for the better - or so he had hoped and assumed - magic, now that was something to look forward to. Due to the lack of simple knowledge on the magical world he was stepping into, there was no telling what he was going to face in the next few days, and later on, the entire year. But if he knew one thing, is that he was going to make the most out of it.

“Move!” His voice cheerfully alarmed the old lady who had dashed to the right to prevent herself from getting hit. The now-wizard was pushing the bloody thing as if no one was actually in front of him. Until he arrived at Platform nine. His ticket clearly stated that he needed to be at platform nine and three quarters. It was confusing, that’s for sure, so he took a quick look around to solve the cryptic message.
“Excuse me-” he tried to stop a woman, the same one who had to move away from his silly endeavours.
“Excuse me not!” She hissed, and continued walking off, as Euphaustus stuck his tongue out at her. Luckily for him, she didn’t look his way.

Around him were lots of people, some around his age, others were older and seemed to be aware of what they were doing. The objects in their trolleys resembled his own, so at the very least, he was now aware of other wizards and witches. The books: Those were the first helpful indication. But before he could make his way next to them and joy the fray, his mother came by, her fingers tapping on his shoulders, trying hard to catch her breath.
“Don’t ever run off like that again!” She angrily demanded, eyes nearly gauging off their sockets.
“Anyway,” she then continued, settling in, “do you know where do you have to go?”
“No,”
“Well, why not?”
“It says I need to get into platform nine and three quarters, but…” he gave her a glare full of confusion - it was obvious in itself how it didn’t make sense.

Before she could reply, a boy, tall, golden-head, frisky blue eyes, dared to run off and headed towards a flat, brick wall. Euphaustus questioned the lad’s sanity until he soon vanished into thin air. Of course, this came as a surprise to the two. They had never seen anything quite like it.
“My oh my,” his mother gasped.
“My-oh yes!” The eleven-year-old zoomed off to head towards the same wall. His mother let out a vicious yell again.
“Don’t leave like this!”
“Cheerio Mama!”

And before he could have a quick glare at her reaction, Euphaustus found himself into a whole other section of the building. A train’s steam flew up in the sky, children giggling, others climbing onto the train as hands waved goodbye to their loved ones. A fat, bulky man came by as he shooed children to ride the train before it leaves.
“Come on now, only a couple of minutes left! A-hoy! You there,” he pointed his sausage finger at Euphaustus, “come on up now, hurry!” Without hesitation, the boy pushed his belongings into the train and handed everything to the person in charge. He couldn’t miss the flicker of sparkles flying above a girl’s head, a fuzzy, furry ball cackling and snuggling a boy, or the hootings of owls. Candy of all sort being handed to the kids.

Everything was off to a great start, as he made his way to an already-occupied compartment, and sat next to a boy holding a cat on his legs.