Party Police.

Chapter Four.

(Y/n) held the cat carrier with both of her hands. Luckily for her, Hoshi was soundly sleeping and did not need to worry about the odd stares she received from people in the crowded train station. Her cart was pushed by Valorie, who was currently distracted.

"Nine and three-quarters, you said?" Valorie asks, looking up from a map she had picked up at the brochure stand.  

"You won't need that," Yvette, who was carrying Hoshi assured, assures. The owl almost instantly warmed up to her, much to (Y/n)'s jealousy. "'Stasia and I know where the platform is."

"(Y/n), you packed Effie's... stuff, right?" Anastasia asks. "You know, food, toys, bed, and such."

"I packed them," (Y/n) answered, bending her elbows in an attempt to show the cat, get it was too heavy for her to lift very high. 

"Oh," Anastasia said pleasantly. She smiled at (Y/n), who walked with a bounce in her step. Half of (Y/n)'s hair was tied into a high ponytail. She kept it the neatest she could, for her hair was normally fluffy and wouldn't always cooperate in the way she wanted. She had a tan turtleneck tucked into a brown corduroy skirt with a rust-orange jacket over top. She had tights and black flats.

Yvette stopped in between platforms nine and ten. "Okay, (Y/n), you see that column straight ahead?" she asked. (Y/n) nodded. "I want to head straight towards that there collum, alright? Do not stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it. Might be best to run at it, if you get scared."

"Ah. A magical barrier?" Valorie asked as (Y/n) instantly panicked.

"Now, (Y/n)!" Yvette instructs right as a crowd of people was passing. (Y/n) rushed forward. She walked quickly as people jostled her. She slowly picked up her pace as she got nearer, now being in a jog. She was going to hit the wall. She closed her eyes, awaiting the crash.

It never came. Her ears were flooded with sounds of parents parting with their children, and some train-staff taking luggage on board, and old friends reuniting with their friends after summer, and of course a whistling train. She jumped in surprise as two hands were placed on her shoulders. Her godmothers must have come through the barrier as she was distracted. Valorie and Yvette were helping with clearing out (Y/n)'s cart and Anastasia looked fondly around Platform 9 3/4.

"Merlin's beard, it's been ages since I've been here," she mumbled. "I met your mum here, you know? She crashed right into me during our third year." (Y/n) smiled. 

"Dove, you have your uniform on you, right? You know, before your stuff is mixed up with others?" Valorie asked.

"I do," (Y/n) answers. She turned to Valorie, showing her messenger bag.

"Alright, good," Valorie mumbled.

"...is that who I think it is?"

"Probably. A lot of people who were in our year will be dropping their kids off now," Anastasia answered distractedly, for she was busy fussing over the girl she wouldn't see until winter break.

"I don't believe Molly was in our year," Yvette responds. "She was a seventh-year when I started."

"Molly? As in Molly Weasley from the Order?" Valorie perks up, looking in the same direction Yvette was. "Well! I knew we'd see some people from the Order, but the Potters and the Longbottoms kids are a year younger than (Y/n), no?" 

"We really ought to reach out to the Order, huh?"

"No. That's the last thing I want for her," Yvette answers quietly. She pauses. "(Y/n), if you meet an Albus Dumbledore, I want you to keep away from him, alright? He's untrustworthy and I'd rather you not get mixed up with him."