Muggleborn 🎭 3rd Year 🐍 SlytherinThe trip was a nightmare. Sadly none of it had been in Phoebe's mind. The day, in truth, had started like a nightmare. Simple enough to wake up, but sadly her parents hadn't gotten the news that she hadn't wanted them to come with her. It seemed like they hadn't heard her all week, all those 15,000 times she had told them. After being lost, ending up in a few cul-de-sac and having to call the AA they arrived at King Cross with less than 5 minutes. Okay that wasn't truthful, they had arrived at platforms 9 and 10 with only 5 minutes.
"Mum, please! I'd rather not be late," Phoebe shouted over her shoulder. Weaving through the masses on the platforms, many of whom stopped and to look at the strange girl holding a curtained cage like a lantern.
"But...but...you're father! He'll miss us," came the panting stammer voice of her mother.
"Mum, I know, but we've only 4 or something minutes till I'm left behind. If we don't get there! Than he get the chance to see me all year.""But!""Mum, I'll send an owl and I'll be back for Christmas...I think...Can we do that this year?" She actually stopped to ask this, giving her mother a concerned look. Her mother looked back her, with the same brown eyes and petite nose, their similar lips pressed into a worry line.
"We'll see," came a deeper, male voice. He was out of breath, but her father stood over them both. Towering and lanky, dreads struggling to escape their confines he smiled down at her.
"Love, you've got a train to catch!"He gave her a strong hug and she tried to return it. Then a weaker, yet no less sweeter hug to her mother. Taking a deep breath, she took her trunk trolley and turned it towards the divide between the platforms. Without a glance backward, she sprinted forward and through the magical divide. Once on the other side she slowed down and cast a glance at the clock. At least an hour to go before the train before she left. Part of her felt back for lying to her parents, most of her was just happy that this year her parents wouldn't be on the platform to embarrass her.
It took less than 10 minutes for her to find a cabin and set her trunk in order. Settling into a set with a sigh, she glanced around her. Two years and each one was spent in a lonely cabin by herself or in a corner where she squished herself. Was she going to do it again this year? Was she really going to let this year follow the path of the other two? Well, more like the first year as she promised herself to never struggle through another year like her 2nd one.
"Well, I'm not going to stay here and wait...," She muttered standing. Then she sat back down,
"But I'd rather not look like a burk...don't need a new nickname." Then she popped back up and walkout into the hall. She might not want to look needy for friends, but she wasn't going to stay in her shell. This year, people who see her and not a klutz.
🍩 [-]ut. [-]f. ( )onsideration 🍩
