SnitchSeeker.com - View Single Post

StarShine · 04-26-2020, 07:59 PM

Platform 9¾. Michael had never been to King's Cross before, but he was sure this platform didn't exist. He was sure, because they checked it yesterday and there were only 9 and 10, nothing between them. He was actually not even going to bother, but his mum wouldn't let him do it. She dragged him over to the station. 'This is magic, isn't it?' she'd said, 'maybe there's going to open a magical door.' And so they were here, him, his mum and his brother. He puffed, huffed, and pulled his trunk. And when they arrived at Platform 9, there was no magical door.

"Told you," he said angrily in Gaelic - he was actually sad, but he was trying not to think about it. "Let's go. They had been messing with us."

"Maybe - you should do something with your wand." said Mrs. English, "you saw Diagon Alley. You were allowed a wand. And - you know you're different." She looked at him sternly, then checked the watch. "I'll go ask this man." A few moments later she was back. The man didn't know what she was talking about...

"Isn't that an owl?" she pointed at a family of four just as Michael opened his mouth. That was an owl, and a trunk. And they looked like they knew exactly what they were doing... which was... running at a brick wall!? Before she could even open her mouth, their child disappeared!

"Did you see that?" she asked as she turned towards her sons, "that's the gate. C'mon, before they all disappear."

This was it. Michael knew it. They forgot to tell him the secret password or something. He wasn't accusing anyone - that was an owl - WOW! So this was how it was done!?

"Cool!" He ran over to the wizarding family. "So I just have to run? Okay!"

And run he did, half of him still suspected that he would hit the wall, 1 second till collision...

...

There it was. The Platform 9¾, the wizards, the Hogwarts Express... as he was awestruck, he didn't notice that his mum and brother appeared next to him.

"This is it, then..." Brendan said, "it is true, after all. And you're a wizard."

If Brendan was jealous, Michael didn't notice. "Yeah..." was all he could mutter as he took in the scene. It looked marvellous. This was it. It was true. He was a wizard, and he was going to get educated! Until now it hadn't felt real. He did some stuff he couldn't explain all right, but... this was a whole different experience, one he didn't know how to react to. He felt slightly numb. He was going to be away from home, in Scotland. This whole ordeal had been an experience of its own, and he was just getting started.

He turned to his family. "I guess I'll see you... this Christmas?"

Well, his son was a wizard - a wizard away from home. Mrs. English had promised herself she wouldn't cry, but this was too much. Until now, she had been around his son and... able to protect him if he was harmed in any way. But now, he was going to a whole different place with different customs, to a world she wasn't a part of, and even though she consciously knew that he was going to be alright, that he ought to attend this... Hogwarts, she was still anxious only the way a mother could be.

"Please call once there!" she said as she sobbed, "and send pictures. Did you pack your phone? Good. Call me every night. Behave there. Listen to your teachers. Don't break any rules. Don't use your wand on others. Wear tight clothes, Scotland's probably colder than Ireland..." That was all she could say before she started shaking with sobs. Oh, her sweet Michael, so far away! She pulled him into a tight hug.

"Yes, mum," muttered Michael, looking down. If he looked at her, he knew he'd cry too. There were too many months until Christmas. Why wasn't this school in Éire? Anyway, he'd remember to call her once he was there and tell her everything in detail. She already had a copy of Hogwarts: A History, and several other history books they brought from that bookstore, but still. He wasn't going to cry. Christmas was just 'round the corner...

"I'll miss you!" he mumbled as she hugged him, and he hugged her back. The tears started rolling down his cheeks. He sniffed. "I'll send you a photo every day! And I'll call. Every day. I promise!" He began sobbing too. A few moments later, he pulled away, sniffed and wiped his eyes.

"See you soon, Brendan." he hugged him too, and then pulled away. "I'd better be going..." He grabbed his trunk and turned to get on the train. "Goodbye." With that, he hopped on, waved at them on the stairs, and disappeared in the compartment.

Brendan was jealous, but he didn't allow it to show. He didn't even acknowledge it. He'd always known Michael was different, but this wasn't a matter of competition. He was crying too. Even though he was only 14 himself, he knew 11 was too young to attend a boarding school. He hoped Michael would be alright there. And if he was hurt by magic in any way, he'd go show them whose brother they'd hurt!

"Go and learn some tricks, I always wondered how they disguised the rabbit." he said to lighten the tone. He patted Michael on the back as they hugged. "Stay safe and tell them if they hurt you, they hurt us!" That drew bad looks from his mum, but they should know! Just because Michael didn't come from a magical family... no one had the right!

Once his little brother was on the train, he threw an arm around his mum's shoulders, and waved back. "He's smart, he'll be fine," he said to his mum as he tried to control his sobs, "and Christmas is almost upon us!"

"11 is too young..." she sobbed as Michael disappeared into the train. A million thoughts crossed her mind. What if he hurt himself with the wand? What if someone else did? Was there a doctor there? How did they treat illnesses? How hard were the lessons? Michael was pretty smart, but what if... it wasn't wits but blood that mattered and...

...the train sounded its alarm, and the doors closed. She looked at Michael's face from the window one last time as she and Brendan sobbed. Maybe this was a mistake... she didn't know any wizards! This was a mistake, magic just didn't exist! Oh...

The Train began pulling away, and they lingered on, until it wasn't seen anymore, and only then did they begin their long journey back to their Muggle home in Northern Ireland.

04-26-2020, 07:59 PM	#28 (permalink)
StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Platform 9¾. Michael had never been to King's Cross before, but he was sure this platform didn't exist. He was sure, because they checked it yesterday and there were only 9 and 10, nothing between them. He was actually not even going to bother, but his mum wouldn't let him do it. She dragged him over to the station. 'This is magic, isn't it?' she'd said, 'maybe there's going to open a magical door.' And so they were here, him, his mum and his brother. He puffed, huffed, and pulled his trunk. And when they arrived at Platform 9, there was no magical door. "Told you," he said angrily in Gaelic - he was actually sad, but he was trying not to think about it. "Let's go. They had been messing with us." "Maybe - you should do something with your wand." said Mrs. English, *"you saw Diagon Alley. You were allowed a wand. And - you know you're different."* She looked at him sternly, then checked the watch. "I'll go ask this man." A few moments later she was back. The man didn't know what she was talking about... "Isn't that an owl?" she pointed at a family of four just as Michael opened his mouth. That was an owl, and a trunk. And they looked like they knew exactly what they were doing... which was... running at a brick wall!? Before she could even open her mouth, their child disappeared! "Did you see that?" she asked as she turned towards her sons, "that's the gate. C'mon, before they all disappear." This was it. Michael knew it. They forgot to tell him the secret password or something. He wasn't accusing anyone - that was an owl - WOW! So this was how it was done!? "Cool!" He ran over to the wizarding family. "So I just have to run? Okay!" And run he did, half of him still suspected that he would hit the wall, 1 second till collision... ... There it was. The Platform 9¾, the wizards, the Hogwarts Express... as he was awestruck, he didn't notice that his mum and brother appeared next to him. "This is it, then..." Brendan said, "it is true, after all. And you're a wizard." If Brendan was jealous, Michael didn't notice. "Yeah..." was all he could mutter as he took in the scene. It looked marvellous. This was it. It was true. He was a wizard, and he was going to get educated! Until now it hadn't felt real. He did some stuff he couldn't explain all right, but... this was a whole different experience, one he didn't know how to react to. He felt slightly numb. He was going to be away from home, in Scotland. This whole ordeal had been an experience of its own, and he was just getting started. He turned to his family. "I guess I'll see you... this Christmas?" Well, his son was a wizard - a wizard away from home. Mrs. English had promised herself she wouldn't cry, but this was too much. Until now, she had been around his son and... able to protect him if he was harmed in any way. But now, he was going to a whole different place with different customs, to a world she wasn't a part of, and even though she consciously knew that he was going to be alright, that he ought to attend this... Hogwarts, she was still anxious only the way a mother could be. "Please call once there!" she said as she sobbed, "and send pictures. Did you pack your phone? Good. Call me every night. Behave there. Listen to your teachers. Don't break any rules. Don't use your wand on others. Wear tight clothes, Scotland's probably colder than Ireland..." That was all she could say before she started shaking with sobs. Oh, her sweet Michael, so far away! She pulled him into a tight hug. "Yes, mum," muttered Michael, looking down. If he looked at her, he knew he'd cry too. There were too many months until Christmas. Why wasn't this school in Éire? Anyway, he'd remember to call her once he was there and tell her everything in detail. She already had a copy of Hogwarts: A History, and several other history books they brought from that bookstore, but still. He wasn't going to cry. Christmas was just 'round the corner... "I'll miss you!" he mumbled as she hugged him, and he hugged her back. The tears started rolling down his cheeks. He sniffed. "I'll send you a photo every day! And I'll call. Every day. I promise!" He began sobbing too. A few moments later, he pulled away, sniffed and wiped his eyes. "See you soon, Brendan." he hugged him too, and then pulled away. "I'd better be going..." He grabbed his trunk and turned to get on the train. "Goodbye." With that, he hopped on, waved at them on the stairs, and disappeared in the compartment. Brendan was jealous, but he didn't allow it to show. He didn't even acknowledge it. He'd always known Michael was different, but this wasn't a matter of competition. He was crying too. Even though he was only 14 himself, he knew 11 was too young to attend a boarding school. He hoped Michael would be alright there. And if he was hurt by magic in any way, he'd go show them whose brother they'd hurt! "Go and learn some tricks, I always wondered how they disguised the rabbit." he said to lighten the tone. He patted Michael on the back as they hugged. "Stay safe and tell them if they hurt you, they hurt us!" That drew bad looks from his mum, but they should know! Just because Michael didn't come from a magical family... no one had the right! Once his little brother was on the train, he threw an arm around his mum's shoulders, and waved back. "He's smart, he'll be fine," he said to his mum as he tried to control his sobs, "and Christmas is almost upon us!" "11 is too young..." she sobbed as Michael disappeared into the train. A million thoughts crossed her mind. What if he hurt himself with the wand? What if someone else did? Was there a doctor there? How did they treat illnesses? How hard were the lessons? Michael was pretty smart, but what if... it wasn't wits but blood that mattered and... ...the train sounded its alarm, and the doors closed. She looked at Michael's face from the window one last time as she and Brendan sobbed. Maybe this was a mistake... she didn't know any wizards! This was a mistake, magic just didn't exist! Oh... The Train began pulling away, and they lingered on, until it wasn't seen anymore, and only then did they begin their long journey back to their Muggle home in Northern Ireland.