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Cold winter rain fell in fat drops against the London pavement. The clouds hovering in the sky made the mid-afternoon look like early evening. Yet, Hermione Granger was oblivious to all this. She was walking as fast as she could while dragging her trunk and her cat's travel case. She needed to get to Station before the clock struck half past two or she would miss the Hogwarts Express, the scarlet steam engine that took her to her school. Regrettably for her it was quarter past and she hadn't even reached sight of the station.
Turning the corner she saw the station and began walking even more hastily. As she reached the entrance she broke into a run but unfortunately a crack in the tiles that paved the floor of the station stopped her trunk abruptly, causing her to drop her cat, Crookshanks' case with Crookshanks still inside it.
"Sorry Crookshanks," she muttered hurriedly as she vigilantly jostled Crookshanks back in her cage. Pulling her trunk behind her, a very out of breath Hermione reached Platform 9 ¾ , she wasted no time in pushing through the barrier. A sigh of relief waved over her as she caught site of the train. And the clock which left a good ten minutes to go.
At seventeen Hermione was a mere five feet and most of her classmates towered over as she pushed her trolley on the platform. Suddenly, a tap on the shoulder pulled Hermione out of her reverie. She turned and saw two witches standing before her. One was rather pretty with loose blonde hair and a tiny nose whilst the other one had raven black hair and ice cold eyes. They were notoriously together; Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes at the site of them,
"Yes?" Parvati pursed her lips together,
"We saw that article in Teen Witch. Is it true that you're not going to be a Prefect." Hermione's eyes narrowed,
"Do me a favor, Parvati, the next time you plan to interrogate me, you'd better have something better than some dingy article in Teen Witch." Parvati sniffed,
"You don't need to be rude, Hermione, we were just asking!" Hermione scoffed,
"We? Do you always speak for Lavender? I figured you'd grown out of that by Year 5." With that note, Hermione swiftly turned on her heel and walked toward the luggage reel. After placing her luggage in the care of the conductor's assistant, Hermione decided to stretch her legs by walking the length of the platform. It seemed only rational since she would have to sit in a train compartment for the next few hours.
Hermione's attention was suddenly drawn to a small crowd. There were catches of mini-conversations which seemed to surround a spectacle. She spotted Ginny Weasley, her best friend's younger sister discussing with a few of her friends.
"Ginny?" The redheaded witch looked up,
"Huh? Oh, hello Hermione," she then proceeded to continue talking to the of horde of people. Hermione sighed, irritated,
"Ginny? Who or what are you talking about?" Ginny nodded absentmindedly,
"First-year witch.an American." Hermione's widened,
"What?! But American witches and wizards are supposed to go to either Magic Cauldron Academy for Magical Arts in New York City or Stella Sun Academy for Witches and Wizards in Los Angeles. I read about it." Ginny grinned,
"That sort of goes without saying, Hermione. It just goes without saying." As Ginny uttered those words the train whistle blew and Hermione knew this year was going to be different.
Cold winter rain fell in fat drops against the London pavement. The clouds hovering in the sky made the mid-afternoon look like early evening. Yet, Hermione Granger was oblivious to all this. She was walking as fast as she could while dragging her trunk and her cat's travel case. She needed to get to Station before the clock struck half past two or she would miss the Hogwarts Express, the scarlet steam engine that took her to her school. Regrettably for her it was quarter past and she hadn't even reached sight of the station.
Turning the corner she saw the station and began walking even more hastily. As she reached the entrance she broke into a run but unfortunately a crack in the tiles that paved the floor of the station stopped her trunk abruptly, causing her to drop her cat, Crookshanks' case with Crookshanks still inside it.
"Sorry Crookshanks," she muttered hurriedly as she vigilantly jostled Crookshanks back in her cage. Pulling her trunk behind her, a very out of breath Hermione reached Platform 9 ¾ , she wasted no time in pushing through the barrier. A sigh of relief waved over her as she caught site of the train. And the clock which left a good ten minutes to go.
At seventeen Hermione was a mere five feet and most of her classmates towered over as she pushed her trolley on the platform. Suddenly, a tap on the shoulder pulled Hermione out of her reverie. She turned and saw two witches standing before her. One was rather pretty with loose blonde hair and a tiny nose whilst the other one had raven black hair and ice cold eyes. They were notoriously together; Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes at the site of them,
"Yes?" Parvati pursed her lips together,
"We saw that article in Teen Witch. Is it true that you're not going to be a Prefect." Hermione's eyes narrowed,
"Do me a favor, Parvati, the next time you plan to interrogate me, you'd better have something better than some dingy article in Teen Witch." Parvati sniffed,
"You don't need to be rude, Hermione, we were just asking!" Hermione scoffed,
"We? Do you always speak for Lavender? I figured you'd grown out of that by Year 5." With that note, Hermione swiftly turned on her heel and walked toward the luggage reel. After placing her luggage in the care of the conductor's assistant, Hermione decided to stretch her legs by walking the length of the platform. It seemed only rational since she would have to sit in a train compartment for the next few hours.
Hermione's attention was suddenly drawn to a small crowd. There were catches of mini-conversations which seemed to surround a spectacle. She spotted Ginny Weasley, her best friend's younger sister discussing with a few of her friends.
"Ginny?" The redheaded witch looked up,
"Huh? Oh, hello Hermione," she then proceeded to continue talking to the of horde of people. Hermione sighed, irritated,
"Ginny? Who or what are you talking about?" Ginny nodded absentmindedly,
"First-year witch.an American." Hermione's widened,
"What?! But American witches and wizards are supposed to go to either Magic Cauldron Academy for Magical Arts in New York City or Stella Sun Academy for Witches and Wizards in Los Angeles. I read about it." Ginny grinned,
"That sort of goes without saying, Hermione. It just goes without saying." As Ginny uttered those words the train whistle blew and Hermione knew this year was going to be different.