There comes a day in a young wizard's life when he can sense how everything is about to change and how a paved path of magic was unfolding in front of his very eyes. On this very day, he was supposed to take the very first step of a lifelong journey, starting with travelling to Hogwarts for the first time in his life. And on a day, much like the one mentioned, Leroy Blodgett was particularly nervously sweaty. It was a gloomy but warm September 1st when the Blodgetts were on Platform 9¾ at exactly half past 10am. Not wanting to attract any attention, Leroy felt a bit lucky that he did not own a pet to bring along. Walking carefully right through the ever so busy King's Cross Station, the boy noticed quite a few kids his age, or perhaps just a bit older, who were pushing and pulling luggage larger than themselves. And occasionally, on the very top of said luggage, sat a large birdcage with a confused and frustrated owl inside, which frankly seemed to cause a lot of muggle head turns and puzzled stares. The more observant among the muggles could even spot grumpy cats locked in cages, toads croaking in coat pockets and even impish rats being sat at young children's shoulders. It was indeed quite a bizarre scene for the tender muggle eye. Much like the opposite of a petting zoo. Being as nervous about the whole thing as Leroy was, unwanted muggle attention was the very last thing the boy needed right now.
"Ooh, remember, there's Salmon and black pepper Vol-au-vents in your orange backpack, Leeree!" his mother nearly sang as she tried to fix the boy's sweat-soaked hair into a neat right-side part. Her gesture just ended up producing an intensive cowlick which made the boy look even more out of his element and overall tortured. "Surely, you will get hungry during the train ride! Three hours is a lot of time for a growing wizard not to have a snack." as he attempted to straighten the boys tie while simultaneously squeezing the dampness out of his buttoned-up shirt collar. Leroy Blodgett only gulped loudly in response. Getting hungry wasn't exactly what was worrying him at this very moment. Oh, no. It was something much bigger than that. Something called His First Year at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
And the second place for things that were troubling the child was the Hogwarts Express. A shining bright red train was situated right in front of the Blodgetts. Puffing and smoking. Filling the entire platform with mist-like clouds and a rather loud background noise.
"OOOOH! LEEEEEREEEEEEEEE!!!!" Mrs. Blodgett started crying and wailing louder than necessary, while Mr. Blodgette held her with a single proud tear in his eye and handed her a handkerchief. Leroy joined their crying. Loudly. Embarrassingly. He had never been apart from his mother and father. They were the closest people he had ever had. How was he supposed to survive without his parents? How was he supposed to know what's good for him and what is not, if they weren't there to provide him with guidance? In-between his frantic sobs he noticed a bunch of kids walking around him and his crying family, whispering and giggling as they were making their way towards one of the train's doors.
Thankfully, his father squeezed his shoulder tightly and tried to contain his sadness. Though his pitch still remained about an octave higher and his voice was trembling. "Time to go now, son! Let's not miss the train, eh?" he mumbled with a forced smile. It was enough to stop the loud crying. Leroy gave both his mother and his father a strong hug and a kiss on the cheek, put his orange backpack back on, and started pulling his luggage towards the door.
"OUT OF THE WAY, CRYBABY!" an older boy shouted as he was speeding on top of his suitcase. The thing spinning on its wheels right past Leroy, and if he hadn't taken a quick step to the right, there might have been some horrible consequences. He heard his mother gasp loudly as he stepped inside the Hogwarts Express. The corridor was quite clean and narrow, and he noticed a couple of older kids standing there. He passed a compartment with a couple of kids in it and just as he was about to drag his luggage in, he saw the look on their faces and decided to move on down the corridor. The look in question was something between disgust and amusement.
He kept walking down the corridor and saw that the very next compartment was completely empty and, if he was lucky enough, he could possibly have it all to himself throughout the whole journey to Hogwarts! Wouldn't that be nice?
Before he entered he noticed his reflection in the compartment's glass door. He was very sweaty. His shirt was wet. His hair was soaking, stuck to the right side of his head, with an extra-springy cowlick right at the overly neat parting. His tie was crooked. His eyes were red and puffy. He had watery snot running down all the way to his neck.
He dragged the luggage in the compartment and shut the door.
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