𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 :
▬▬▬ ▬▬ ❝ 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 ‧₊˚
➤ Where a girl transfers from durmstrang to hogwarts in her third year, meeting new people and making allies, all while creating her own plans behind their backs.
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▎ 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 - dementor. demenzor。 ⠀ ⠀
PLATFORM Nine and Three-Quarters at Kings Cross was nearly deafening with its activity. People— some people dawned with formal robes and some in muggle attire —were gathered in every direction. Owls hooted from their cages, trunks were heaved onto the train, smoke rose from the train's engine, and boisterous chatter filled the air.
Safe to say, it was a far cry from the strict, disciplined atmosphere of Oslo Central Station. The difference almost amused Y/N with how stark it was.
Her trunk, black with silver edges and a red crest, rested beside her as she watched scattered families saying their goodbyes and well-wishes. Y/N's own departure was a quiet affair. Her parents hadn't accompanied her to the station, although it wasn't unexpected— they had little interest in her life.
That suited her just fine, though.
With a delicate flick of her wand, Y/N guided her luggage toward the train and boarded it without much fuss. While underage magic was illegal, with so many of-age witches and wizards around, the ministry wouldn't even be able to notice, the same normally applied to magical public areas.
Her red shoes clicked on the ground as she walked, eyes occasionally flicking over to observe students in their compartments. The lively and welcoming chatter of old friends reuniting filled the air, but Y/N felt no desire to join them. She merely continued walking, occasionally picking up snippets of conversations but paying them no mind.
She found an empty compartment near the back of the train and slid the door open, stepping it in and shutting it behind her. Alone at last. Perfect.
Briefly, she did consider the trio's offer to join them on the train, but she decided against it.
She settled herself in the seat by the window, head tilted to observe the lively crowd of people filling the station.
It didn't take long before the train lurched forward, and slowly, the platform began to slide out of view. Students waved from their windows to their families, shouting out last-minute farewells. Y/N did not wave, but her lips did quirk up in amusement as she saw someone burst into tears.
