Disney's Hogwarts

Chapter Ten: Gesturing all over

Hiccup:

After Professor Longbottom and I bought all my school supplies, we went back to the others.

"Now we're all done and ready to go to school, I need to say one more thing:" The professor started.
" You live in a quite isolated place. Berk is so far away, not many people know it even exists. As you've all noticed by now, some things here on the big continents are different than your commons. Therefore, I will take you home again by Viavia, and at September the 1st, we could arrange that a couple of wizards will pick you up here. They will take you to the Platform 9 3/4, where the Hogwarts Express will be waiting for you. Here are your tickets."

He handed Astrid and me two pieces of paper, which said we were welcome on the Hogwarts Express at Platform 9 3/4, and that it would leave at 11.00 am straight.

I didn't understand half of it. An Express? What on earth was that?! Also, I worried there would be a time-difference and wondered when the wizards would pick us up.

But when I looked up to ask it, there was no sign of the Professor. He had apparated again, to his home in England.

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The weeks after the visit of the professor, I spend my time reading every single book I had bought. They were just so interesting! I couldn't imagine that we vikings were still exploring the waters around us, sailing for more islands, while out there, far away from us, people became wizards and practised magic. In magic schools. Which I would attend in just a few days.

I couldn't believe it.

I wanted to talk to Astrid so badly. I wanted to know what she thought about the books and the Alley, but since we got back she had ignored me. She had told me she wanted to spend the last weeks with her family and friends, since she would be gone for a really long time. All day, she was out with Snotlout, Fishlegs, Tuffnut and Ruffnut, climbing mountains or practicing with axes or something.

Whenever I wanted to join them, they rolled their eyes and ran away.
So I stopped chasing them and buried myself in more books. Yet it still hurt.

Now it was a day before the 1st of September and I was stiff with nerves. Though I wouldn't admit it.

How would it be? Will we make it to the Express? What if we all slept when the wizards came to fetch us? What if they didn't came for us at all?

I was in Gobbers workshop when the O-So-Thouhtfull brain of mine started to think of all this and I accidentally let louse of a bit hammer I had to store away.

It was the toe. The very same toe. Of course.

I screamed and cursed by the weirdest characteristics of the Gods, and I even slipped a "Merlin's beard!".

I grabbed my sore foot, jumping up and down.

You know, you actually would think that with my brain, I could have predicted what came next.
Well, I didn't.

I lost my balance and fell again, hurting my back very badly with the swords on the wall, after what I turned around and fell over.
I think my vikingface broke against the hardwooden floor of the workshop.

Gobber came to check when he heard me screaming and died of laughter while he saw me lying on the floor, grimacing in pain.

Very helpful, those vikings.

After he could controle himself a bit, he helped me get up.
It felt like there still were some swords sticking out of my back, diving deeper and deeper with every step.