Nalla Birse
Sunday 1st September 1991
8:00 pm
"Come on, get up, they're arriving today!"
"No. I will not get up. What even is the time?"
Nalla groaned, "Too late."
Her friend rolled over still clutching the pillow to her face. Nalla took the chance and seized the pillow, holding it over her head like a weapon, which she supposed it was.
Her friend blinked back the light still flooding through wide drawn curtains before sitting bolt upright.
"Sundown? Give me back that pillow!"
"So you can beat me up? I don't think I will."
Her friend groaned and blew a piece of hair out of her face.
"Chuck me my robes then. We need to go down and find Minerva."
Nalla pursed her lips, "She's Professor McGonnagal now. You'll make yourself obvious, we need to address her proper."
"Fine, chuck me my robes, we need to find Professor McGonnagal. Better?"
Nalla made a sarcastic half-smile, "Much."
Samantha Black
Sunday 1st September 1991
10:51 am
"Bye mummy, I'll miss you," Samantha frowned as her mother enveloped her in a comforting hug.
"You'll be back in no time, sweetie."
"I know."
Her mother smiled, "Now skip along or you'll miss the train. Don't forget to write me, now!" she called.
Samantha smiled, "Everyday. Let's go, cousin."
Samantha linked arms with a redhead little girl and together they ran laughing on board the train.
"She never calls me 'cousin'," a freckled boy frowned.
"Well she doesn't like boys," his sister rolled her eyes, "You have cooties!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
The brother poked his tongue out and blew a raspberry before collecting his rat's cage from his mother and following the two girls on board the train.
Isabella Granger
Sunday 1st September 1991
10:56 am
"I want to go to Hogwarts now!"
Her mother sighed, "We'll see next year, this year it's Hermione's turn."
"But what if- what if I'm not even a witch?"
"You will be."
"I better be."
Hermione came hurrying back up to her family.
"My train's about to leave, I love you Mum and Dad."
She looked worried and close to tears. Her father gathered her up in a warm hug.
"You'll do perfectly, Hermione. We love you. Write us every day, even if it is with those stupid owls."
"You know I wont have time to write you everyday."
"Every week, then."
Hermione gave him a watery smile while Isabella watched on, clinging to her mothers hand to give herself a sense of security. Hermione had always been close to their dad, Isabella was close with their mum. That's just how it worked.
