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Hatchetfield Hogwarts - 3

John was startled awake by the sound of knocking on his door. He slowly opened his eyes as he heard Wilbur telling him to wake up and get dressed. Sunlight was shining through the window, illuminating his bedroom and helping him wake up. He laid in bed another minute, blinking drowsily until he finally got up and slowly started getting changed into a grey t-shirt and jeans. It wasn't until he was halfway done brushing his hair that it clicked why he was getting ready. He immediately perked up and got ready with a lot more energy.

     It was Sunday, September 2nd. The train was supposed to depart yesterday, but there had been several issues so instead, he was going today.

     John sped through brushing his hair and dashed downstairs, where a bowl of cereal was laid out on the table for him. Wilbur was also sitting at the table, reading a newspaper and holding a plain white cup full of coffee, and a plate of plain toast sitting in front of him. His hair was still a mess and he was still in his pajamas- some fleece flannel pants and a white muscle-shirt. He looked up at John, amusement in his eyes, before looking back at his newspaper.

     "Morning, Dad," John said with a grin, sitting in his seat and starting to eat his breakfast.

     "Good morning, John. You seem excited," Wilbur said as if this wasn't one of the biggest moments of Johns' life.

     "Just a bit, yeah," John said, rushing through eating his food.

     "Slow down, you might choke," Wilbur said dryly, not looking up as he spoke.

     "Love you too, Dad," John said as he kept eating, now half done with his breakfast. Wilbur chuckled, looking up at John with a grin before looking back at his paper, taking another long sip of his coffee.

     "Don't worry, John. It's 8:15 in the morning. We're not going to miss the train," Wilbur told him. John glanced at the watch on his wrist, confirming what Wilbur had said.

     "I know... but I really don't wanna miss the train," John said, grimacing at how much it sounded like a whine. Wilbur smiled and finally put down his coffee to take a bite from his toast.

     "It's fine, John. But don't choke on your food. Doing so might actually make us late for the train," Wilbur joked. John scoffed and finished his cereal before picking up the bowl and drinking the milk.

     John stood up and placed his bowl and spoon in the sink before spinning around to face his dad and held his arms out to the side.

     "Didn't choke," John said, causing Wilbur to snort and then start coughing as he had been chewing on his toast.

     "Fucking christ," Wilbur said as he finally stopped coughing, his tone still hinted with humor.

     "Sorry," John said with a small smile. Wilbur shook his head, still laughing a bit.

     "It's fine, Johnny. I should have taken my own advice," Wilbur said with a laugh. John also laughed before heading back upstairs to brush his teeth and check his bag.

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     The morning passed slowly, but pretty soon they were both at the train station, Wilbur leading the way along the platforms. Admittedly, John wasn't quite sure how to get to platform 9 and ¾. As they were walking, they passed a girl about Johns' age with curly red hair in a pale green sweater. She was looking around, pulling a trunk along behind her, asking passerbyers if they knew where platform 9 and ¾ was. Most people were ignoring her, and she was starting to look upset. John looked up at Wilbur and stopped first, turned to her and asked where she was trying to go.

     "I'm trying to get to platform nine and three-quarters, but no one seems to know where it is," she explained, she had a slight southern-American accent.