It was funny. Witches and Wizards were known as a fantasy— a myth. Especially after all the history books showed you certain stories about burning people like that.

You stared at the brick wall, gulping softly as you clutched your things. You were shoved at the brick wall—and you braced yourself to be slammed against it.

Suddenly, you fell on the floor.. you looked up—you phased through the brick wall? You saw the platform number— 9 & 3/4’s! How?!

So when you arrived at platform 9 & 3/4’s, you still tried to deny it. Kids all around your age scurried on, straggling to certain teachers for their years. A certainly large man had called the (your) years around, to which you followed along. This man was—uhh…humongous? And hairy?

After getting a talk to by the large man, people began to scurry onto the train to get first dibs on an empty car. This was overwhelming.

Kids shoved past you, making you grunt. There were a cluster of redheads, and a black haired looking boy. You saw a lightning bolt on his head, making you raise an eyebrow. Cool. One of the redheads were taking to the black-haired boy, and a girl with curly hair was seen by you too.

There was also a snooty looking boy—blonde hair, swooped to the side. He was followed by two large boys—ones that looked like they would’ve shoved you earlier.

You didn’t belong here.

Soon enough, you were left lugging your bags and suitcases on the train. You sighed, finding an empty car to sit down. Britain was odd. You held your wand in your hands, gulping nervously. You were gonna have a breakdown or something.

Wizarding robes, pets were allowed to bring along (it was only limited to a cat, toad, or an owl?), quills and books, and classes.

You wanted to go home.