I looked around the alley, the busy ambiance immediately hit me. It was my fifth year of going to Hogwarts, so I had to get some new textbooks to match my new classes. I'm back home, I thought. Hogwarts had always been a second home to me, it was a connection that formed as soon as I had arrived for the first time. I had to stop by a couple of stores since my wand was getting a bit worn. After purchasing all of my textbooks I would need for the school year, I stopped by Ollivanders to get a new wand.
"Hello there! Welcome to Ollivanders! I suppose you're here for a wand?" Mr. Ollivander spoke to me as soon as I entered the shop.
"Ah, hello," I responded to his greeting, not really expecting such an enthusiastic welcome.
We chatted for a bit, discussing some of the new wands that he had in his inventory. I wasn't really interested in what he had to say, but he was nice and seemed like a genuine person, so I never interrupted his speech.
Eventually, I made my purchase of a newer model of wands. Since my parents were quite wealthy, I didn't need to worry about the price and just got a high functioning wand. I left after making my purchase.
I looked down at my suitcase. It was getting heavy. I sighed, this was the price of being a witch, I thought. I checked my wristwatch, it was getting close to the time of the departure of the Hogwarts Express.
"Dammit.." I started to speedwalk in the direction of the platform. Eventually, I made it there, looking around the platform. The people were walking by, some even colliding with each other. The crowded atmosphere gave me a familiar feeling. It reminded me of the big city I lived in. But still, Hogwarts is more of a home to me.
Someone bumps into me, apologizing. It was mainly my fault as I had realized I stopped moving in the middle of the walkway. I looked at the sign that displayed the number 9.
9 and 3/4, I thought to myself. I'd never failed this before, so I wasn't nervous about entering. So, taking a deep breath, I charged through the wall and arrived at Platform 9 and 3/4's. I looked at my watch. The departure was in 1 minute, I rushed over to the stopped train, I had never been this late before! I picked up my heavy suitcase for a moment, hopping onto the train.
As I got on, I realized there probably wasn't any free compartments. Would I have to stand? I groaned, walking through the train and looking for a compartment. All were full, except for one which had three people inside. I knocked on the door, opening it shortly after. The three looked up at me, two guys and one girl.
"Is it okay if I sit with you all?" I made my voice sound confident.
"Of course." One of the boys spoke to me. His circular glasses stood out, and a scar on his forehead. I noted it and stepped inside the compartment.
YOU ARE READING
One Choice (On Break)
RomanceYou arrive at Hogwarts for your 5th year, expecting some more boring semesters of learning how to be a witch. Things shortly prove to be abnormal, as things heat up between you and two of the school's most famous guys.