Urgh, Muggles...

Arianna

Edinburgh Waverly station was, as usual, filled with muggles. Few children could be seen, but that's because they boarded the Express in London. A misty black cat, Etoile, lay on my bags as my father wheeled them to platform 9 and 3/4.

As we approuched the wall between platform 9 and 10 my dad stopped. "C'mon, or I'll miss the train!" I shouted nervously. He didn't move. I sighed. "Dad, you're not going to break your nose again, I promise." Last year, as he ran at the wall, he slowed and walked into the hard bricks. He gave himself a broken nose and a black eye. Typical...

"I've gotta go." I gave in, kissing him on the cheek. "I'll write as soon as I get there." He waved to me as I sunk into the wizarding world.

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Etoile moaned unhappily as I lifted her onto the train. I hugged her into my chest, to ensure she didn't run away, just like first year. As I sat beside the window she curled up on my lap, and slept until we arrived.

The End

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