“Its a big day,” His father broke the silence. “Your mom wishes she could’ve made it, but her schedule with national team is just really busy this time of year.”
Oliver understood of course why his mother wouldn’t be seeing him off, but that didn’t stop him from being upset about. Though he wouldn’t let his father notice he was feeling let down. This was a big day after all.
“Can’t believe i’m excited for school.” Oliver said softly with a slight chuckle. Although he couldn’t tell who was more excited - him or his father. “I remember my times in Gryffindor, I was head boy back in my day!” His father professed proudly as the station peaked into sight.
As the car came to a stop, a million butterflies fluttered around the eleven year olds stomach. “Just be cool..” He thought to himself as he brushed his damp hands on his black joggers before hopping out of the car. Kings Cross seemed like it’s own little city in it’s own right. Small shops lined the outskirts of the stations, a musician had set up off to the side, and others were passing out flyers.
“How don’t the muggles notice?” Oliver asked his father as he gathered his belongings from the trunk. “Too busy running late for their trains,” His father explained with a soft chuckle. An explanation to which didn’t live up to Olivers standards, but he let it slide. “ Don’t forget Neptune in the back!” His father reminded him of the Barn owl.
To say he felt out of place walking with a trunk and caged owl in the middle of Kings Cross would be a huge understatement. The stares were palpable in all directions; none of these muggles seemed too busy Nonetheless his father led the way confidently until the pair stopped in front of a stone wall. “Here we are!” His father exclaimed with a head nod in the direction of the wall. Baffled by all this, Oliver just continued to stare blankly at his father.
“Just run straight at it, but most importantly don’t worry about crashing. Just trust it.” His father reassured him. Still slightly unsure, but trusting in his father, Oliver clinched his belongings and took off in a sprint with his eyes closed just in case. When he opened them a whole new scenery welcomed him. An antique scarlet steam engine stood with students hanging out of the window and the sign Hogwarts Express hanging above it.
“Someone looks excited,” A soft familiar voice rang out from behind him. The voice gave him goosebumps as he turned around with wide-eyes and an open mouth, “ MOM!” Was all he could get out as he ran and squeezed his mother. With a flushed face Oliver pulled away realizing he was embarrassing himself. “Wish I got that sort of goodbye,” His father chimed in with a laugh as he embraced his wife.
“Didn’t think I’d miss this did you,” His mother assured him. Lost in the moment, Oliver almost forgot he had a train to catch. After one last embrace and a final look back, Oliver boarded the train towards his own adventure. The aisle of the train was nearly as packed as the platform. Between the luggage, the students fighting for a chance at a final goodbye near the window, and the attendants trying to help students find open compartments, Oliver could barely walk.
Not one to fight the wave, Oliver stumbled into the first open compartment he found. “Wewh, this is nuts.” He exclaimed with a sigh. With a heavy thud Oliver managed to toss his trunk above him, and plopped down mentally exhausted from everything going on. After a taking minute to take it all in, he leaned forward with a smile and awaited if anyone would join him.