OllivanderThird Person Point Of View
Dawn was very excited to go back to Hogwarts, Mrs. Fenderson couldn't help but smile to the young girl every time the girl came skipping down the stairs and make herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. The older women has never seen Dawn this happy before in all the years she had known the young raven haired girl.
Dawn and Cat had informed Mrs. Fenderson that they would need to go to this place called The Leaky Cauldron, which just sounds like a disastrous name to be perfectly honest, but they assured her they would be fine without her.
They also told her she wouldn't be able to see The Leaky Cauldron sign or be able to enter, for being a Muggle, but if she just drops them off in London and she does some errands the two girls will be able to get everything they needed for their 6th year.
Mrs. Fenderson would laugh at the girls as they would talk excitedly on school topic's they would drop and keep, they both immediately said they would drop Divination and Herbology.
Mrs. Fenderson had fond memories with her and her late husband having to practically drag their children to the car and into school, hating to go to that 'Prison'. It was quite different between Dawn and Cat and she was amazed by it, Public schools should take notes on whatever is making these kids love this school so much so other kids would be excited to learn.
It was a few day's before their school term starts, and the girls had to wake up the old women, to tell her they would need to get their school supplies now for their 6th year. Groggily getting up from her bed, the old women got dressed in some warm clothing. She headed downstairs and brews some coffee so she could wake up better in the morning, and do some much needed shopping for various things, like candles and maybe some clothing too. Like socks or some shoes.
She found the girls all ready and reading off what they would need to get for their 6th year in the school, eating bagels that were smothered with cream cheese.
"Should we get books first or new uniforms?"
"Maybe books first and uniforms last, they take the longest to do and if we get all the small things then we're all set." Dawn replied to Cat and the young girl put her thumb up for a 'thumbs up' as she had a mouth full of bagel and cream cheese. Dawn smiled and kept glancing to the clock, completely forgetting to eat her bagel until both Cat and Mrs. Fenderson would remind her (or really - Cat asking if she could eat her bagel.)
"What is the time you would need to get onto Platform 9 3/4?" The older women asked, taking a drink of her black coffee as she looked at the young girls.
"The best is to leave at 10 as the train leaves at 11 AM, it gives us enough time to find a compartment and relax for a few more minutes, and maybe find friends." Dawn answered, slapping Cat's hand as it tried to sneakily take her bagel.-----[☀️]-----
Mrs. Fenderson drove the girls to London and looked around for parking, with some classical music playing on the stereo. They were talking loudly in the back which made the older woman smile, they both reminded her of her daughter's when she would drive them to the mall and drop them off, they would be talking of random things. Mostly of some gossip or weird stuff they were probably gonna do.
Mrs. Fenderson puffed out a little sign and looked up to the girls from her rear view mirror and smiled a little.Mrs. Fenderson always thought of Dawn as another granddaughter, she was such a beautiful and smart kid, she didn't know those horrible people were doing such horrific things. Cat had told Mrs. Fenderson what that woman had done to her and it broke her heart instantly, she would've called social services and fight to get custody of Dawn. But now she was 16 and was practically a adult, so she could leave her mother now and maybe come live with her now.
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