6 Jul 2018, 06:32
Open Seating, Lonely Passenger
The day was finally here. After years of waiting and hearing stories from his older brother back when he was attending, it was Hengist's turn to go to Hogwarts. He would finally be able to learn the things he wanted to learn, read the books he wanted to read, and maybe actually talk to someone besides his family members. Walking through the crowded muggle station, Hengist was anxious. Not so much because of the muggles, he was fairly used to them; more so due to the crowd. He wasn't very used to crowds, coming from a small wizard village on the south western part of the country.
As his parents lead him through the magicked wall onto platform 9 and 3/4, the crowd didn't seem very much smaller to him, which did not help his anxiety. His parents gave him some supportive words, like "You'll be fine." and "It'll be the time of your life!" Hengist knew they meant well, but he wasn't as confident. He said his goodbyes, hugged them and got on the train.
He was looking for someplace that he could be at least a little alone, but all of the cabins he looked in had people in them. Luckily, he found an open seating car that wasn't very packed and found a seat that was relatively solitary. He shoved his trunk on the overhead shelf, sat down and pulled out a book. He suddenly felt incredibly overdressed, wearing a suit and tie. His mother, who was muggleborn, insisted on it. Before leaving home, she told him "Traveling is an occasion, you need to dress like it." Honestly, he just felt stuffy and uncomfortable. The one good thing about it is that he looked somewhat official, even though he was only 11, so the other students left him be. He was content to slide up to the window and read one of his new schoolbooks he had purchased a few days prior.
And like this, he passed his trip from London to Hogwarts.
As his parents lead him through the magicked wall onto platform 9 and 3/4, the crowd didn't seem very much smaller to him, which did not help his anxiety. His parents gave him some supportive words, like "You'll be fine." and "It'll be the time of your life!" Hengist knew they meant well, but he wasn't as confident. He said his goodbyes, hugged them and got on the train.
He was looking for someplace that he could be at least a little alone, but all of the cabins he looked in had people in them. Luckily, he found an open seating car that wasn't very packed and found a seat that was relatively solitary. He shoved his trunk on the overhead shelf, sat down and pulled out a book. He suddenly felt incredibly overdressed, wearing a suit and tie. His mother, who was muggleborn, insisted on it. Before leaving home, she told him "Traveling is an occasion, you need to dress like it." Honestly, he just felt stuffy and uncomfortable. The one good thing about it is that he looked somewhat official, even though he was only 11, so the other students left him be. He was content to slide up to the window and read one of his new schoolbooks he had purchased a few days prior.
And like this, he passed his trip from London to Hogwarts.