1940, London~
On the morning of 1st September, a black car set out from the beautiful town of Arrowfalls and made its way to the King's Cross station in London. Inside that car, were seated two individuals: a middle-aged man with short, dark hair who wore a black suit and was driving the car. He gave off the air of a nobleman.
Beside the man, sat a girl, probably in her early teenage years. She wore a red and black dress, made of fine silk, which was rare, as the country was on it's way to fight some dangerous enemies and required rations. Black stockings covered her legs and flat, red shoes adorned her feet. A beautiful hat, with a part veil of black net, sat atop her head, covering one of her eyes. She was well-dressed and, seemingly, well-mannered.
The car stopped outside King's Cross station. The man stepped out and helped the young lady out. She waited, a bit impatient, as the man got her trunk out of the car. The trunk was black and the man carried it with ease. On the front of the trunk, was a gold engraving, which said, "Fawley" in a beautiful, cursive font.
The man carried the trunk inside, the girl walking beside him. They made their way to platform nine. All this time, the girl had been holding a cage in her hands. Inside the cage, was a snowy owl, with bright blue eyes. It ruffled its feathers in the cramped space.
"I should have bought a better cage.", the girl said to the man.
"You should have, but it doesn't do well to dwell on the past, my dear. You must move forward.", the man said, walking towards the barrier which separated the platforms nine and ten. Astonishingly, he vanished. The girl smiled a little and walked into the wall, vanishing from the Muggles' view.
After walking through the barrier, she arrived on platform nine and three-quarters. She was greeted by the sight of the huge, scarlet engine. The man helped her load her trunk on the train. When they were done, he called out to her.
"No one can know it. You have to be discreet.", he whispered to her.
"Of course, Father. No one will know. I give you my word.", the girl answered, giving her father a small smile.
"You better get on, my dear. The train leaves in what, five minutes? I have to leave to see Sir Inkwood at eleven sharp.", he told her.
"Yes, Father. I will miss you."
"I will miss you, too, my dear. You must take care of yourself, do not overwork and do not get into any mischief."
"I may not be able to promise you all that but I will take care of myself and I will be very cautious."
"That is better than nothing, is it not? Goodbye, my dear."
"Goodbye, Father.", she said as she got on the train and weaved her way through the corridors to her compartment. Her father was still outside. She waved at him. He waved back. Then, with another smile, he had left. The train left the platform and the younger students scampered around, wavinv to their families until they were nothing but a minuscule speck in the distance.
The girl began reading her school books. She wanted to excel in everything she did. She was so engrossed in her book that she did not notice someone enter her compartment. A boy, around fourteen, with honey blond hair, looked at her and cleared his throat.
The girl shut her book with a clap and looked up at him. He smiled a little.
"Would you mind if I-", he started saying, but was interrupted.
"Of course not. Please sit.", she said, a small, lady-like smile gracing her face.
"I am Michael Callaghan. And you?", he introduced himself, stretching his hand.
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