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Vickers' gaze went from his Uncle to the clearly indicated Platform 9. He leaned sideways-- he could see Platform 10 and 11. He glanced back down at the ticket -- it said Platform 9 3/4. Straightening up he looked quizzically at his uncle "Wheres....?"
Corin watched his nephew trying to figure it out. Oh yeah, he isnt going to keep him from experiencing the utter confusion and wonderment of where that apparently missing platform is. Heck if he had a more wicked sense of humor he'd actually tell his nephew to look around for it for a good hour.
But Corin isnt like that so... "Its through that wall." He said as he nodded his head towards the direction of the very solid looking brickwork. "Hogwarts Express uses a dedicated track, therefore the entire platform has to be.... separated." Yes he isnt going to go over the political ramifications of what exactly brought the whole platform about. Perhaps when his nephew starts asking about it. But looking at the boy's face he had enough to think about. Stepping aside he instructed "Just sprint towards the wall with your trolley and you will find yourself on 9 3/4." Simple enough right?
Through the wall?? Vickers eyes grew large as his Uncle spoke. He thought it was a joke until he listened to the other man explain. "Separated... uhm ok."He wanted to ask more questions but now his Uncle has stepped beside the trolley. Vickers took to the handle bars and looked nervously at the wall. He understood about magical portals but it still didnt take away the fact that it still looked pretty forbidding. Running into it with a trolley full of heavy luggage wasnt something a logical person would do. And he kinda prided himself on that point. He looked back at his Uncle. So this was goodbye? "Uhm... thanks Uncle Corin. For everything." the younger Vanderbilt smiled then stole a quick hug from his uncle before sprinting towards the wall behind his trolley.
The hug was unexpected but nonetheless welcomed. Corin raised his hand up in goodbye as he called out to his sprinting nephew "Dont forget to write!" He watched the boy disappear behind the brick wall, and couldnt help remembering the moments when he first saw what was on the other side. Well now it was his nephew's turn to form those unforgettable memories. Assured that the boy was in pretty good hands now, Corin turned and made his way back to the limo. |