"I'll be more than glad to come with you,"Elizabeth said.
"Me too."
"Same here."
"We all wanna go."
"Let's take our parents."
Suddenly the craft talks in a robotic woman voice."Your parents are already on their way to wherever you want to go."
"I'm going to be 11 years old and go to Hogwarts,"Elizabeth announced.
We all want to go to Hogwarts, and vote that.
"Okay,"I said,"TO HOGWARTS!"
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We appear at King's Cross. And we look younger. 11 years old, young enough to start as first year at Hogwarts.
The girls and I wear a black dress, black shoes, and a jacket.
The boys wear polo shirts and pants, and we walk out. To see our parents.
We rush forward to hug them.
"See you when you guys have your break!"my mom told me, kissing my forehead. My dad hugs me and said,"We support your choice."
"Thank you!"
Suddenly, our carts appear with owls, cauldrons, galleons, sickles, knuts, books, wands, cloaks, robes, and even broomsticks, the fastest and most updated ones.
We see Draco, Harry, the Weasleys, an Hermione.
With one last hug and kiss to our parents, we rush into 9 3/4, and board the train together to start a new life.
YOU ARE READING
The Fictional Machine
FantasyA group of fangirls and fanboys work together to construct a machine that can bring their favorite characters back to life.
