the other riddle

part 2

wheeling a trolley through the extravagant corridors of kings cross station, a noisy buzz of chatter surrounded me. my now battered trunk had been strapped tightly with a brown leather belt to stop it from any danger of falling. I'm not sure the muggles would appreciate my monster books running around gnawing at their feet.

pushing my trolley further into the station I caught many disapprovingly looks in my direction, it was known the muggles also found anything that wasn't completely and utterly ordinary wrong. honestly I didn't care.

I heard a sigh to my right remembering the tall women from the orphanage was still with me.
"Now" she announced raising her thin eyebrows "apparently I am supposed to leave you at platform 9, but you are to wait for your train alone?"

"that sounds about right"

of course I knew that I wouldn't really be boarding a train at platform 9, for I had received a letter a week earlier instructing me to look for a brick wall in-between the platform 9 and 10, then I was to make my way through the wall? where I would find my real school train.

everything about this school seemed very strange.

"well then, good luck to you Evelyn" the women smiled but her eyes were still tired and uninterested.

"Everly" I corrected her. but she had already turned her back to me and was walking at an obviously fast pace in the other direction, her ridiculous heels echoing on the stone floor.

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I spotted many thick brick pillars lined up in the small space between platform 9 and 10. how did they expect me to find the right one?

muggles crowded the floor, each checking their wrist watches routinely every minute. they all acted incredible similar from the way their head would snap in the direction of any noise, to their slouching posture.

no wonder us wizards have gone so long without being discovered. I've heard stories of muggles who are locked up for being 'crazy' because they claimed they've seen ghosts or monsters.

It was funny how fast these accusations were shut down, nobody actually bothered to find out if they were telling the truth.

chances are they probably were.

"er..um excuse me" I heard a light whispery voice brush against my ear. I froze taken by surprise but reluctantly I swung around.

stood there was a short skinny girl who looked no older than 10. thin wisps of blonde hair covered her eyes while the rest of it was loosely tied back in 2 plaits. she had scared blue eyes that looked up at me.

"oh.. um sorry" she cried, "I was just wondering if you were going to Hogwarts too?"
her blue eyes were lingering on floor, clearly too scared to look directly at me.

"yes, I am" I said clearly

the girls face lit up and she practically became full of life, the once pale cheeks now a deep shade of rose.

"really?! oh thank goodness" she gasped

it was then I noticed she too had a trolley parked beside her carrying a much smaller trunk than mine and a large cage containing an owl.