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Post by ROUX L'AMOUR on Jun 1, 2011 13:11:19 GMT
Roux poked a pellet of food through the bars of Akaia's cage. The large Screech Owl was fussing from all the noise in the station, and Roux had fed him that many treats in a bid to keep him calm, he was sure the poor owl was going to be fifty pounds heavier by the time they got to Hogwarts. He had already bid his parents farewell outside the station, and now stood patiently twenty feet from the barrier between platforms nine and ten, waiting for an opening so he could cross through and get to the Hogwarts Express.
He knew from last year, that being as inconspicuous as possible was vital. He had witnessed others getting odd looks from passing Muggles as they charged carelessly through, and wondered if they would get in any trouble with the Ministry for such open behaviour. It was none of Roux's concern, though. So long as he kept his own nose clean, that was all that mattered to him. Gripping the handle of his packed trolley, he fixed his dark, alert eyes on an old couple who wandered past, not at all interested in them, but rather, the huge empty space behind them.
Shushing Akaia one last time, Roux seized the moment, and pushed his loaded trolley forward, eyes darting about for watching Muggles, and finding none. With a burst of speed, he covered the last few feet with determination, unable to keep himself from grimacing a little as his trolley slammed into the barrier. No.... Not slammed into.... Slid straight through. Through squinted eyes, Roux watched the steaming air billow around him on platform nine and three-quarters, the red steam engine coming into view, and sighed with relief. He wasn't too fond of that part of the journey.
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Post by JOHNNY TOWNSEND on Jun 4, 2011 11:22:18 GMT
Johnny didn't have an owl, or a cat, and so pushing his not-so-nearly-overflowing trolley through King's Cross station made him feel a little sad. Tons of people around him had cages packed on top of their luggage with birds of all different sorts, and meowing felines, desperate to break free. He hated the sight. Not because he didn't like animals. On the contrary, Johnny loved animals to a startling degree. It was for this reason that he had never taken a pet to Hogwarts, and the reason he disliked seeing them lugged around in cages. Animals should be free, as far as he was concerned. He wasn't against keeping pets, but putting them in cages was something he would never do, himself. He tended to just spend a lot of time with other people's pets, or up in the owlery to get his animal fix, since he refused to have any himself.
With a heavy sigh, he worked his way through the crowds towards the barrier, pausing to give a nearby family enough time to run through before he took up position himself. His parents hadn't accompanied him this year, as he felt he was far too old to have them holding his hand. Plus, his father had had to work today, and Johnny didn't want his Muggle mother navigating magical barriers on her own, trying to get back home afterwards. It would undoubtedly end in disaster, so he had left them at home with plenty of hugs and promises of weekly letters.
Pushing through the barrier alone was easy enough, so long as Muggles didn't notice, and so Johnny got as close as he could, did the tiniest of run-ups and passed straight through without any problems. He had always loved that part of the journey. It was so exciting, as a first year and a Muggle born child, to run through walls that seemed solid as the ones next to them. He had been pretty terrified that first time, but them wanted to go back and do it again, and again, and again, and... well, his father had stopped him after the third time, since he was about to miss the train. Smiling at the memory, Johnny rounded the corner in to the new crowd of wizarding families, and began the new task of trying to get through to the train.
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Post by MELANA KARINA DOBREVA on Jun 11, 2011 11:00:00 GMT
Melana's parents had left her at the main entrance to King's Cross station. They were all about letting their only child have adventures and freedom and do things on her own to gain a sense of Independence. She was used to it by now. They had packed her off to Hogwarts, after all, hadn't they. Methodically pushing her trolley through the station, she lanced up at the platform numbers above her head. She was standing by platform two, which meant she has a long walk down the other end of the station to reach the place she needed to be.
Her elf owl, Leif, slept peacefully in his cage on top of her trunk, and she expertly ignored the funny looks she received from passing Muggles who blatantly thought her strange for walking around a train station with a caged owl. Or any owl at all, caged or otherwise. Shaking her head in disdain - she knew she should have let him fly to the castle, instead of taking him with her - Melana plowed on down the length of the station, finally coming up to platform nine. There was a small barrier between it and the next, and it seemed to be deserted, so she took that at a sign, and strode right the way through it, without even stopping to see whether she was being watched or not. She found that the more a person acted guilty or suspicious, the more people tended to notice them.
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Post by ISABEL TAYLOR on Jul 16, 2011 16:51:55 GMT
Isabel, surrounded by her three sisters and her mother, pushed her trolley through King's Cross Station with a huge knot in her chest. As much as she loved Hogwarts, leaving her mum for so long was horrible. The lump that had been in her throat all morning grew a little bigger at the thought, and she swallowed it back down, concentrating on not running anyone over, instead.
She paused a few feet from the barrier between platforms nine and ten, letting her sisters pass through first, and taking a minute to calm her emotions. She didn't want to cry on the platform in front of her fellow students. Heck, she didn't want to cry in front of anyone, ever. Except for her mum, of course. Speaking of her mum, Jessica Wells put her small arm around her daughter's shoulder, placing her other hand on the handle of the trolley and helping Isabel to steer it in the right direction.
"Come on, babe," she said. "You don't wanna miss the train." With a small laugh at the irony - Izzy and her mum were alway slate everywhere they went - Isabel pushed her luggage forward towards the solid brick wall, passing straight through it and coming out the other side in front of a giant red steam engine that was swarming with teenagers.
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