"It'll be alright. Just don't think about it so much." A voice whispered in Caprice's ear. It was her mother. "Imagine you're at the beach."
"There are just as many people at the beach, mum!" Caprice said, exasperated.
"Oh, right! Imagine you're at home, tending to your flowers." She said instead. Caprice took a deep breath and pictured her balcony. Suddenly, all of the noise around her melted away. The smell of exhaust disappeared. All that was left was the sun. Shining down onto the balcony of her apartment. Shining down on her flowers. Shining down on her face, making her smile. Breathe in, breathe out. Mind clear.
Caprice opened her eyes, only to see the same old train station - now standing in front of a brick column between platforms 9 and 10. Caprice looked at her mother in confusion.
"What are we doing, just standing here? Don't we have to get to Platform 9 and 3/4?" She asked. Her mother smiled and winked.
"This is the fun part." Her mother whispered. Then she walked into the column. Caprice's eyes widened with excitement. To think: she would be experiencing things like this every day at school! She took a deep breath, let it out, and walked through the column.
There it was: Platform 9 and 3/4. Wizards and witches - young and old - were milling about, moving their luggage onto the train and finding their seats. Caprice stared at it all in awe. This was her destiny. She was sure of it. Then she realized that she had to be on that train.
"Oh, mum! I have to go!" Caprice exclaimed, frantically picking up the luggage she had momentarily sat on the ground.
"I know, I know! One more hug!" Her mother responded. Caprice dropped all of her luggage back onto the ground and hugged her mother tightly.
"Bye, mum." She whispered, blinking the tears out of her eyes.
"Bye, sweetheart." Was the last thing her mother said to her.
Caprice grabbed her bags and boarded the Hogwarts Express.
"You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore"