Hogwarts Once Again

Platform nine and three quarters

Packing her trunk had been difficult to say the least. What does one bring to a magical school? Surely not mechanical pencils! But alas, quills and ink were just not going to work for her, and she wasn't carrying around kilometers of parchment paper when spiral notebooks worked just as well (if not better, ever heard of lined paper, wizards?).
Her trunk was completely full, mostly with the things on her list but, there were a few more boxes of cheese-its than necessary. She had her muggle money along with some wizard money, which frankly made no sense to her, one Knut being equal to 29 sickles? Who came up with this! She was hardly in secondary math yet!
Stan was watching her while she packed, just hanging out in his cage, most likely judging her, but she couldn't be sure, he was quite a confused looking bird, unlike Charles who she knew was judging everyone he came across. The amount of books she had was ridiculous. She had read a few of them just to understand the world she was about to be immersed into even more but mostly they just sat there, looking at her (seriously, one of them actually had eyes).
The Hogwarts uniform seemed more complicated than necessary, just like everything else, what was with this world! They enjoyed being more difficult than they needed too, no electricity, no internet, no pencils, and pretty much everything Celia liked to make her life easier. She hoped they at least had indoor plumbing.
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They walked toward the platform, Celia's fathers hand placed firmly on her shoulder as she pushed her cart, stacked with her trunk, and Stan, confused, ridiculous Stan. Her ticket was buried deep in her pocket and her heart was nearly pounding out of her chest.
"Platform nine and three quarters? That sounds fake, are you sure we're going to the right spot?" Celia asked.
"That's what is says on the paper!"
"Well here's platform nine, so what constitutes as three quarters?" She said looking around.
"I'm not quite sure, Celia. Here let's watch them, they seem to know what they're doing."
A man stood instructing his son what to do, "Alright, you're going to want to run straight into the wall between the platforms, well more of a jog perhaps, don't be scared."
His son ran through going into the wall and disappearing, the man followed.
Celia stood, her mouth agape, "You saw that too, right."
"Yes, I suppose I did. Well, let's have a go."
And in they walked. Stan let out a peep and started at Celia as she jogged towards the wall. She closed her eyes at the last second and when she opened them it was like she entered another world, which she supposed she had.
There was a train billowing smoke, children and families wondering around, some with their cloaks, a few holding animals, and wands. A couple children were even crying.
They dropped off her trunk and Stan, and stood awkwardly facing each other, not quite sure what to say. Neither of them had gone far from the other since her mothers death, Celia hardly had sleepovers.
"I got you something, just in case, emergencies only," her dad said pulling a flip phone (yes a flip phone), with a large bow out of his pocket, "I know it's not amazing, but sometimes owls just aren't fast enough. You'll have to keep it off in the castle and Never turn it on if you don't need to but- oh!"
Celia hugged him tightly, "Thanks Dad."
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, "I'm going to miss you Celia."
"I'll miss you too dad. I promise I'll write you every week!"
"And I'll keep you updated on neighborhood drama, tell you how crazy mrs.marine is doing."
She smiled, "Please do dad! That would be wonderful!"
The train whistle blew, and Celia hugged her father again.
"Well, of you go."
"I love you, dad!"
"Love you, too!" He shouted as she rushed onto the train.