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At least now she wasn't small enough to be mistaken for a first year, right? Bel was pretty sure of this, being so very almost fourteen and about to start her third year. She had only done this whole Kings Cross station thing once before, given she and her brother and sister had only moved across the world from her home of Australia the previous year. It was quite different too, everything about it. The best part was how busy the rest of the station was, the muggle part, even if her dad had told her not to wander, and to go right on through to platform 9 and three quarters.
Why it wasn't called platform 9 and a half was a question she still hadn't quite managed to have answered to her satisfaction.
Having left her trunk with her dad to handle, Bel (staying in sight as she had been told), skated along the length of the platform on her pennyboard, making the most of the opportunity to zip around before she would be confined to a train for several hours.
Why they didn't all just go straight to Hogsmeade was beyond her. It was a wizarding village after all. A train couldn't be that necessary for statute stuff? It would be MUCH cooler if she could go to Hogwarts on her motorbike. Much MUCH cooler.
Ren had already got on board to sit with her friends, and Eli had said goodbye back at home now that he was graduated and didn't need to be here, so Bel felt free to start looking for her own friends, or interesting other things and people. And failing that, more skating up and down the crowded platform (careful not to hit anyone of course).
Anywayanywayanyway, where was everyone? Meaning the non-first year everyones. Not that she had a problem with them! But they were everywhere and she could see them and couldn't see anyone who she was specifically looking for. Oh well, she'd see them all soon enough, and be stuck in a dusty cold old castle with them soon enough too! Back to school, back to Hogwarts!
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