Riddle Me This: Where do I belong?

Hogwarts Express

Edward Nigma had possibly never been more nervous in his entire life but at the same time; he'd never been so excited. The small, raven haired boy squirmed in the backseat of his father's automobile, his fingers tapping at the fine leathered seats as they pulled up to King's Cross station. He desperately wished his mother had been allowed to accompany them, she shared his magical blood after all. The stern faced man at the driver's seat however, did not and was openly against everything that had to do with magic. Edward still had no clue as to why his father married his mother, though he expected he hadn't known what she was till after the vows were exchanged. His excitement for his first year at Hogwarts was clouding his judgement for holding his tongue around his father. "Da' did I tell you that the school is magically concealed from Muggles? Neat huh?" He asked cheerfully as he peered out the window to gaze at the rows of trains on the tracks.

The moment he learned that he had been accepted to the school of magic, held the parchment with his hands and read his name in scrawling letters, he had wanted to know everything he could about the school. Nigma must have written and rewritten his reply letter a dozen times, an extensive list of questions in rushed but compulsively neat handwriting. He had read the reply he got from one of the Hogwarts founders even more, though his father wasn't as excited about the schools of witchcraft and wizardry.

Mr. Nigma hit his hand on the steering column, slamming on the breaks before resuming to pull into a parking spot. "Edward. I don't want to hear it." He got out of the car, poking his head back into address his son again. "Just get your things from the back," he said roughly despite his usual, smooth, English accent.

Edward sighed, excitement extinguished like a small flame in the wind. "Yes, sir," he mumbled as he got out to follow his father to the trunk of the car, waiting patiently as the man opened it. Eddie struggled to get the heavy trunk of his belongings out, gritting his teeth as he tried to free it from the car. He felt fingers grip tightly around his forearm to yank him to the side so his father could pull out the luggage himself, muttering under his breath. Mr. Nigma fussed with Edward's jacket to straighten his appearance, having insisted he still looked proper no matter where he was headed. There were no heartfelt goodbyes. No hugs. Just a cold handshake and a sigh before Edward was left to push his trunk along the columns of the platform.

Platform nine and three-quarters. That was what his founder reply had been sure to explain. The portal in the column that would transport him to the Hogwart's Express. Now on his own, Edward's mood was soaring again. He changed moods so sporadic, going from one to another in the blink of an eye. It made keeping up with his train of thought rather difficult. At first, Edward stood and observed the column between platforms 9 and 10, wondering how it worked and slightly nervous to give it a shot. That was when he watch two girls run straight towards the barrier, keeping a good running speed and passing through the solid wall with ease. With a deep breath and a readjusted grip on his trolley, Edward ran at the barrier. His breath caught in his throat and eyes screwed shut right before the would-be impact, only to open as he heard the whistle of a train, not the sound of a crash. "Brilliant," he whispered under his breath, eyes alight with awe.

With his belongings handed off to the gameskeeper, Edward nearly tripped as he rushed up the steps into the train's carriage. Facing turning a few shades darker as he glanced around to be sure no one had observed his lack of grace. He adjusted his messenger bag slung across his shoulder before strolling down the aisle to find a place to sit. Edward took the safe bet and slipped into an empty compartment, claiming the spot by the window to have ample reading light if he wished. Green orbs glanced out the window, eyeing the students boarding the train. "How do trains hear?" He asked no one in particular as he was alone in the compartment for the time being. A brief pause before he snickered softly to himself. "Through their engine-ears."