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Pierre, being the show-offy type, insisted on running ahead of his parents to find Platform 9 3/4. He figured definitely between 9 and 10, and closer to 10. His father had told him he couldn't be afraid of getting through, otherwise it wouldn't work. Pierre looked behind him after arriving between platforms 9 and 10 to be sure he could see his parents. He made eye contact with his father and jogged right at the wall. Before he could close his eyes while bracing himself for impact, a busy wizarding conglomerate materialized before him. In a moment his mother and father were beside him, congratulating him for a job well done.

The family of three moved away from the entrance and toward the Hogwarts Express, Pierre's father loading his things onto the train. Pierre saw mothers and children crying, but his mother seemed strangely calm. She kissed him on the cheek whispering "Aurevoir, mon amour", his father ruffled his hair, wished him good luck, and Pierre scurried onto the train as the whistles began to blow. It all was happening rather fast and Pierre sort of wished he hadn't been in such a hurry before. He ran to the nearest empty compartment and shoved the window open, waving at his mother and father as the train lurched forward.

He screamed "Je t'aime! Je t'aime!" a few more times before his parents were finally out of sight and he sighed and climbed down from his seat.

Funnily enough upon returning to the ground he realized he wasn't alone, and suddenly felt quite embarrassed about all the yelling, and the fact that there were definitely tears drying on his cheeks.

Pierre, now standing awkwardly, blushing profusely, and quickly wiping his face, looked at the girl who had been in the compartment before him. She was petite, even for her age, her hair was jet black and her skin olive and recently tanned (at least to him, he was pretty fair). She wore interesting clothes that reminded Pierre of his visits to London with is parents. He sat and cleared his throat. She was grinning at him. He felt more embarrassed

"Hi, thanks," he said, looking down at the pile of things he had thrown onto the floor. "Uh, I'll just pick those up, sorry." And he stood again, picking up his things hastily and placing them above his seat before finally sitting to look at his new companion. "I'm Pierre, by the way."

Pierre, while not made uncomfortable by the presence of an unknown person, felt very nervous. Vittoria held out a handful of sweets, still smiling sweetly. She was rather cute, he thought to himself. Pierre didn't want to admit that he was desperately calling for his parents, but he supposed he couldn't lie. She was there to witness the whole thing after all.

"Yes, those were my parents," he smiled a little and took a treat, "You're the only person I've heard say papa in a long time. Besides myself anyway."

Pierre realized Vittoria was not strictly English, but when she asked about magic he quickly adjusted and forgot about continuing that train of thought.
"I only know a little," Pierre felt proud that he knew at least something more than the average eleven year old, but he didn't want to seem like he was bragging. "What about you?"

The newly unsheathed wand made Pierre feel rather small, until he realized he had one of his own and lifted his pant leg to reveal a red piece of wood sticking out of his sock.
"Mine's rowan, coral core," The wand was 13 inches and dwarfed the boy. The two children looked sort of silly with their long wands. "My mother insisted, when I chose to come to Hogwarts, that I get my wand in Paris." He smiled, he was very proud of his wand and of his family, and of the magic he knew.

Pierre felt nervous again. Whatever pride had filled him while looking at his wand and speaking of Paris had left him. This girl was not from England and wouldn't be in awe of his foreign wand. Her own wand was foreign to her! Not to mention she called him his mother's pet name for him. It was embarrassing!
"Uhh, my pepere taught me a fun one this summer." Pierre got up and stood back, he aimed his wand at the sweets that had been left on the seat next to Vittoria. "Lévitez!" it was simple enough, the sweets lifted into the air and hovered for a bit. Pierre waved his wand toward the opposite side of the compartment and the sweets flew into the wall with a clatter. "I suppose I've got to watch how hard I toss things," he gave a nervous laugh and looked expectantly at Vittoria.