They're just some Americans

Chapter Twelve: The Train Ride to Hogwarts

(Word Count: 5716)

"Hey you think is a good time to tell you something important?" He asked the girl as they ran for their train.

"Now! Of all the time there was given, you choose now?" She asked exaggerating her sentence, breathing heavily as she pushed her cart forward.

"It's the rush of adrenaline to my brain!" He said with a defensive tone.

"Tell me when we get to the carriage or any carriage at this point!" She yelled as she crossed through many parents and family members that came to wish their children goodbye. That would be their parents right now, but they already doing other things. Kind of harsh but, they already spent time with them and both families need to do urgent things, but how did they end up running for their train you may ask? Go back to several hours ago when the Fletchers arrived in London.

It was a Sunday morning, when they arrived. All fatigued and tired from the long drive, but no difference for Mr. Fletchers, for he did this every day. As the three exited the car, with many bags in hand, they quickly walked o the hotel lobby. Keep in mind the curfew for wizards and witches that didn't have an auror license (which her father had on him at all times), would be unacceptable, but for their situation it wasn't. As they walked out of the parking garage to their hotel, the constant sound of hooting and meowing was around.

"Callahan! Orion! Be quite, you'll wake people at this hour!" She shushed them.

As they entered the hotel lobby, (Y/N) took the time to admire the look of it, and of course she was sleep deprived so everything looked to be spinning a little.

"Um yes we have two rooms under the name of the Gold and Fletchers families?" Her father asked the concierge. As she typed away on her screen, she found the room number and got two keys ready.

"On the fifth floor, room number 522 and 523." She said smiling and handing her father the card.

"Thank you, have a good day! Come on (Y/N), we have yo go to the rooms." Her father said dragging her by the arm and pushing the bellman cart.

As they entered the elevator, (Y/N) was now up and functioning around.

"Which room am I getting, Mum?" She said looking at her tired mother.

"Your sharing with Will, and yours father and I are in the other room, and your uncle and aunt are in their own room. I hope you don't mind that, (N/N), but there are two beds so your not sharing a bed like you did as a child." Her mother explain, to which she gave a small hum of approval. As the ding of the elevator sounded, the family leaves and starts walking down the hall to the room.

"548, 550, 552! Here we are, let me get the key card out of my pocket." Her father said, putting his hand inside of his pant pocket and pulling the key. As the scanner goes green, and he turns the handle, and the door opens. Inside of the hotel room, sits the Gold family. Wilbur reading some book, of who knows what, his mother, writing something, and his father reading his work papers and writing down things occasionally. As they hear the door open, they shoot their heads up.

Standing up to greet them, Mr. Gold says, "How was your ride here was it safe, did anything suspicious happen on your way here?" He asked with a pen in hand and notepad. Wilbur's Father and mother were both writers for the news and researchers on any suspicion that was caused.

"Everything went well, and nothing suspicious, only a glance from the hotel concierge gave us a look do to Orion." Her father said in response.

"Well it's good to see you again!" He said hugging him tight. As everyone hugged each other, (Y/N) sighed with relief. Everything went well.