Her aunt had to leave Sonatine by the train tracks to go back to her younger cousins. The platform was packed with students and parents ready for the first day back at school. Some students looked lost, presumably first years like her, whereas others were laughing and cheering - those who would be making their last journey to Hogwarts. Sonatine hugged her jacket closer to her body. The air was chilly for an early September morning. You should get used to it, she thought. It's even colder up in Scotland.
Sonatine felt extremely small on the platform. Everyone around her seemed to have such an extensive knowledge of magic; even the first years were exchanging things called 'chocolate frog cards' or making small talk about the latest super-speedy broom. She felt like she hadn't done enough research about this new world she was about to enter, other than reading the books she had bought - and even those in themselves were difficult to grasp.
She looked around again in hopes that she could find someone to talk to. Standing alone in the wind was kind of unsettling, and the train was about to be there soon. Coming early meant that there was little chance of being late, but it also meant not having someone to be there like the other students.
This is set before Sonatine was sorted. Open to any interactions! : )
in the cherry blossom's shade there is no such thing as a stranger.