So It Begins... PV Closed

“OH My God, this place is so crowed! You sure you okay?? Oh my God ,uh! excuse me!” Lucas – His father (More like a mother) tried to poke into the crowd of Hogwarts’s student and their family to help his son, who he thought was unable to take care of himself “Are you okay?”
"Wow wow I’m fine... Stop! I think you're the one who are having a panic attack, not me!" The little son spoke up and smiled at his father's enthusiastic, even him wasn't as nervous and hype as Lucas
“I know you’re too kind to say it out loud Cecilia, but I know you want to say ‘Hey dad, stop being a mommy, I’m embarassed!’” His other dad - August made a smugging smirk at Lucas with a teasing attitude, also carrying all of Cecilia luggages in both arm.
“Okay, I get it, but it’s not my fault worrying too much! Our son is going to a Magic school names Howward..”
“It’s Hogwarts”
“Whatever, the point is, I’m worried, okay” Lucas said, a little bit too hype for his age.
“Lucas is right, you sure you’ll be okay?” August asked with a calm tone when he handed his son the luggages, somewhat calmed Cecilia from the enthusiastic from Lucas
“I’ll be alright, don’t worry” Cecilia said and smiled, he waved to his parents the last time and went to find a compartment. It wasn’t easy to carry all the luggages and finding a compartment in a same time, but finally, after a about 5 minutes wrestaling, he found a door and slided it open, stick his cane in first to search for obstacles if there was any infront of him then stepped in, didn’t notice anyone was in the bunk.

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Imani stared at the wall. Looking up at her parents, who were having a conversation, she asked, "Are you guys sure I'm supposed to go through here?" Her parents looked down at her, then at the wall. "Well, that's what I heard, honey," said her mom, Annie. "They said you have to run there, it's a magical barrier." Imani crossed her arms and looked around, waiting to see if other wizards were going through. She caught two families after watching for less than a minute, but that was enough for her. Imani braced herself, counting to ten, before rushing towards the wall, closing her eyes right before hitting it.

She expected to hit a wall but instead had kept going. She slowly opened one eye, then the other, and looked around in astonishment. While the muggle train station looked dreary and grey, Platform 9¾ looked vibrant and alive. The first thing that caught her eye was the bright, red train, the Hogwarts Express, which she'd be riding to her new school. Then she noticed all of the witches and wizards, too many to count, and all of them were probably family members wishing the students fair well as the left for the next half of the year. Imani's head kept swiveling around; she just felt overwhelmed with excitement from being around so much magic.

"I see someone's happy," chimed her father, Ridge. He stroked his red beard, the one Imani secretly liked but always told him he should just shave. She rolled her eyes and pulled her luggage towards the man who packed them into the train.

"I'm not happy, everything's too bright and noisy here," she grumbled. "I was just surprised, that's all."

Her father nodded his head, then produced a colorful bag from behind him, grinning as he saw Imani read the lettering. It was a bag full of jelly beans, the ones with every flavor that she just loved. She almost die for them, if it weren't that silly sounding to do. She almost reached for them but knew it was just bait for a smile, so she turned away and crossed her arms, refusing. Her father tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, miss, would you like some jelly beans?"

She shrugged his hand off, feeling her lips tremble as she tried not to smile. Imani saw her mother hide a grin, and refused to smile even more. Then her father sighed. "Ah, then I guess that just leaves more to me then." She heard the bag being opened, listening when he reached in. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed him take two red ones out and pop them into his mouth. His eyebrows shot into the air almost immediately and he went into a gagging fit. Coughing, he shouted, "It—it was both hot pepper—"

Imani burst into laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was doubled over, watching her father drink thirstly from the water fountain as if it were the last source of water on Earth. He finally recovered though, right when the train whistle blew. She wiped her tears and smiled, shaking her head. Her parents both gave her a tight hug, holding her close. "Please just be careful," her mother whispered into her ear. "We love you so, so much."

"She's only going to be gone for a few months, Ann," said her father, planting the bag of candy into Imani's hand. "Then she's coming back, right?"

Imani shrugged, "I have to check my schedule." Her father chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. They said their goodbyes and then Imani rushed into the train.


Imani walked through the corridor, trying not to fall as the train moved. Luckily she hadn't brought too much luggage with her, just a little purple suitcase that held her personal stuff. While she was walking someone bumped into her hard, so she didn't hesitate to knock her suitcase against their legs. She smirked in satisfaction but one jolt in the train caused her to stumble into someone stepping into a compartment. @Cecilia Deux-Le

Cecilia heard a yelp of pain while he was trying to carry his heavy luggages and instantlly felt a sudden ache on his leg 

“Gah! This Mirror-touch thing!” Cecilia murmured in frustration, he would never get used to his ability to experience others feelings and emotions. Corrections? A curse, not much of an ability. He has this synesthesia that the muggle doctors called Mirror touch. They said that he could feels and experiences other people's mental and physical stages, which was something he has lived with in the last eleven years. And still, he just couldn’t stop surprise whenever he feels a sudden pain that was definitely not his.

He almost dropped his cane and luggages in surprise, mostly was surprised because he had got used to the pain and controled it in his mind. But as he just adjusted himself and was ready to slide the compartment's door open wide enough to fit his luggages in, there was a jolt in the train that caused him to hold on his cane tightly in order not to fall. Suddenly, something… 
no, someone bumped into him, probably because of the jolt Cecilia thought as he was sitting on the floor, holding his hand on the back of his throbbing head. It might hit something when he fell, or it might be the other who got their head bumped. Either way, he asked, worrily:


“Are you okay??”

Alan boarded the train, it still felt weird and awkward that his parents were not here to wave him. Instead his aunt had brought him to London where he had staid a few days in a hostel that would allow him a place to sleep and eat and was close to Diagon Alley. He had found his way to ) ¾ and had waited for the Hogwarts Express to open its doors. He did not have to wait for all to long as he pulled his luggage behind him. Like always he used one that had been made for travel an invisible expanding charm and the featherweight spell had been casted on it, making it easier for the frail boy to navigate through the sea of adults and students.

He did not know many students as he had not the courage to speak to them or make friends in his last year, but he had went through a couple of adventures himself the past year. He was excited for this year and hoped he could make some good friends and go to new adventures. Carrying his luggage he wandered through the different compartments until he found a rather empty one with only a few students present. They looked young and were probably around his age, as he looked around nervously as he wondered if anyone would mind him here.

The compartment door slid open, a cane entering before the young girl did. Alberic stood to greet the newcomer, as he was taught by his parents. Good manners were an important foundation for the Bragge family. A flush rose to Al’s cheeks as he realized that he had mistaken the the newcomer’s gender. The long hair and feminine face had thrown him off at first glance. The click of the cane on the floor brought another realization, the newcomer was blind.

Just as Alberic was about to say hi and offer a lending hand, a jolt shot through the train as it started its journey, making him stumble across the compartment. The newcomer fared much worse as another student came crashing into him, the pair left in a pile on the floor. Alberic rushed over to try and help.

“Golly! Are you two alright!” He called out In a strong southern twang as knelt down beside them. ”Ya think they’d have let us know before this thing set off!” Al reached out to help the blind boy first, grasping him by the hand so his presence was known. ”Let’s get you up.” He would stand and help him rise. A third student walked up to the compartment door. “Hey there, c’mon in, we got room.”

It seemed that she had crashed into a girl, and a strange one too. Now that she was sitting on the floor, her butt still hurting from the sudden fall, she could see that the person seemed to be handicapped...and that it wasn't actually a girl. Nevertheless, Imani glared at them, although it wasn't their fault that she'd fallen. She didn't let anyone help her up, she dusted herself off and stood near the door, gripping her little suitcase firmly. "Yes, I'm alright," muttered to the person who'd asked if she were alright. "But next time mind your cane, I almost lost my eyeball." She rolled her eyes, although she wasn't really that bothered. The train wasn't moving so recklessly now so she took the moment to take in her surroundings.

There was a jolly fellow helping everyone, inviting them to come and relax, so she presumed that he had been the first in the compartment. Then there was the girl—no, the boy, who held a cane and was now obviously blind. Imani wondered how that worked out. How would they learn how to correctly weave their wands in the air, or what ingredients were which, or anything that required sight? She frowned, noticing the next person who was another guy around her age who looked a little shy. Imani raised her eyebrows; she had met three strange people already and they hadn't even left England yet.

Growing tired of sitting, Imani sat down on the space closest to the window, sitting on top of her suitcase to get a higher veiw. It looked nice outside but she was distracted by the guys sitting around her. She wondered if these were the people she would be hanging around for the next few years and actually didn't feel that bad. Deciding that it was best to introduce herself, Imani summoned a small smile and said, "My name is Imani, tell me your names so this could be less weird." She allowed herself to speak with a British accent, disguising her American heritage. She wasn't sure how they'd react knowing she was a foreigner.

Gesturing at the cane, she asked the blind boy, "How did you get blind anyway? Accident, birth, or curse?"

Cecilia could sense that someone with a hurried pace rushing toward him
“Golly! Are you two alright!”
He heard the worry tone the boy made, his voice was weird, not likes bad weird, but just sound funny and overall makes he thought that this boy was the most honest, simple and cheerful person in the world. All the people he had interacted with either have a British accent, America accent or his Asian father’s accent. This boy's was absolutely difference than any above.
“Oh?” Cecilia could feel the strong grip that was there to help him up. He didn’t want to bother the boy, but just couldn’t help but feel the honest worry in the boy’s voice, he’d be really rude to refuse the help. “Thank you! And I’m alright” Cecilia said as he drew a thankful smile on his face.
“Yes, I'm alright,"
Cecilia tilted his head to the voice’s direction, the same direction of the person who had bumped into him
"But next time mind your cane, I almost lost my eyeball."

He could feel the guilty that was building up in his chest as the other girl was talking. It was realy dangerous, and he was the danger to others. Although he have a feeling that the girl didn’t really mean what she said…, or not. But either ways, Cecilia was extremely guilty with his face inflame with deep red blush (And tried not to feel humor and guilty at the same time thinking about the irony about what the girl said about almost gone blind by a cane that used to guide the blind…… )

Cecilia folded his cane neatly into his suitcase as he said awkwarkly and made his sorry face. After a short moment of sitting in awkwardness, no one seems to have the courage to speak up exept for that girl who Cecilia didn’t have the nerve to ask for her’s (or anyone’s)  name
"My name is Imani, tell me your names so this could be less weird." The girl was straight forward to the problem. He was a little bit scared as he realized that she was asking him (and probably pointing at him??) "How did you get blind anyway? Accident, birth, or curse?"
“You asking m…?” Cecilia stopped as he realized that it was a stupid question unless someone here was blind too, which he certainted wasn’t the case.
“I… Uh. I’m Cecilia, Cecilia Deaux-Le!” He stumpled over his own words “Uh..About my blindness… I don’t know either, the doctors couldn’t determine if I was born blinded or by the accident…. Or by curse you said??” He had no ideal about curse she said. But one thing he sured about was that all three people that were sitting here would think he was weird… or worst, a freak

Alan was about to nod and rush to help, but within seconds they untangled themselves from the ground of the train and raised to their feet. Still, if he had been quicker, he could have helped the boy on the ground with his cane, the give away indicator that the boy must be blind, he had heard about it but not really met someone blind yet. Alan's features were soft but his lips pressed themselves into a thin line, when he heard a girl talk to the blind boy as if he had done anything wrong.

A weird feeling rose up in the young Gryffindor about to start his second year and he stared at the one female in their group. He was not one to speak up against others usually, but he could not help it, too much of an emotion led boy, he often failed to keep his mouth shut. ”You should apologize”, he said in a non-demanding voice. The way he spoke was firm, yet soft and nervous as he lightly glared at the girl. ”First off it was clearly not his fault, you could have kept your eyes open and watched out and secondly have you not been taught manners? It is rude to ask such questions-”, again his voice was universes apart from sounding harsh, it was gentle, yet concerned as the boy meant not ill by saying these words to the probably younger student.

He faced the blind boy with the cane and gave him a concerned smile:”You okay there?”, he asked, trying to make sure he got not hurt or anything. The girl seemed to be okay, everyone who lashed out like that after a fall would probably not hurt badly. ”Cecilia was it? You seemed like a boy, you are one right? Sorry I never met a boy with your name... so excuse if I sound rude...”, he rambled, his cheeks tinted red as the nervousness rose.

”I'm Alan... Are you all first years?”, he asked into the group, scanning their faces, while avoiding eye contact with the girl. He had not meant to antagonize her, however the way she spoke to Cecilia did not sit well with him.

Everybody seemed physically ok, so Alberic took a step back and sat down on the bench. “My names Alberic, nice to meet y’all.” He scooted over to allow one of the others room to sit. As the girl rose, Alberic saw that she rolled her eyes, making a rude comment to the blind boy as if he could help it. His naturally protective nature urged him to stand up for the blind boy, but this was his first day, and he didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot with his fellow students. He chose to stay quiet for now.

The young girl then took her seat opposite of Alberic, going on the introduce herself and ask the others. Again, Alberic would have thought her tone rude. Maybe he was just misunderstanding her? He hadn’t grown up with the English, perhaps things were just different here. He cleared his throat to speak, when the girl went on to ask the blind boy another question. A red flush grew on Alberic’s cheeks as she spoke. To ask so bluntly about someone’s disability was uncalled for, no matter what culture you came up in.

”Hey now! That’s...” but the other boy beat him to it, telling her off. Al quieted down and awaited her reaction.