Yogwarts and the Philosopher's Stone

Chapter 2 - The Journey (Lewis)

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Author’s Note: Hey so we’re early again which is entirely leidineht’s fault because they insist on having things written on time. Damn them and their organisational skills. Yeah, well, I’m on holiday for two and a half weeks after tonight so a chapter needed to go up now. The next one after this will be a little bit later (like three weeks from now) because of the holiday and my organisational skills or lack thereof.

Quick question: would any of you be interested in holiday specific short fits related to Yogwarts and the main fic?

Thanks for reading! See you vaguely soonish,

CatherineKat and leidineht

YOGWARTS AND THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE

Chapter Two

The Journey

Lewis

“Thanks, friend!”

  Lewis sighed as he hefted his best friend’s trunk from the back of the car as well as his own. Simon was smirking, his short, ginger hair sticking up in all directions and, not for the first time, Lewis wondered, aloud, why he ever stuck around. Simon was unfazed, however, and so the two of them, after saying farewell to their parents in a show of independence, set off to the station, Simon joking around as usual. Lewis felt a little more subdued; nervous at the prospect of starting a new school with new people (other than, of course, Simon who had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, due to them being the only magical children living anywhere near each other.)

  As they entered King’s Cross Station, Lewis knew they must make a funny sight, pushing their trunks in trollies in front of them: the scrawny, bespectacled boy (often mistaken for the famous Harry Potter whom Simon was relishing the prospect of teasing when they got to Hogwarts, as they had heard he was going to be in their year) and the shorter, ginger boy who was grinning at everyone they passed, much to their surprise and discomfort. The duo took it  steadily through the station as Lewis had ensured that they would have plenty of time to get their bearings and grab a compartment on the train before they all filled up.

  As they reached the barrier between Platform 9 and 10 (Lewis had checked his tickets for the platform number very carefully and also read up on how to get onto Platform 9 and ¾, as he suspected that Simon wouldn’t have bothered), Simon nudged Lewis. “Look, Lewis! Mudbloods in their natural habitat!”

  Lewis elbowed him in the ribs at that, hard, because, although he knew his friend was joking, it was a pretty terrible thing to say all the same.

 The subject of Simon’s mild scorn was a boy and a girl hovering around the barrier, looking very lost. Lewis knew that they were twins immediately: they had the same vibrant strawberry-blonde hair, the same large blue eyes and were ofaheight. However, whilst the girl was scanning the crowd and clutching(what Lewis thought was) a large short-eared owl in a cage, the boy was scowling and restlessly pacing behind her, a pair of goggles nestled in his tousled mop of hair.

  Owl Hat noticed them staring and lifted an eyebrow. Lewis looked away quickly but by then the girl was already coming over, dragging Goggles by his arm. Lewis shifted and kicked Simon’s calf but Simon’s grin had already begun to broaden as the twins approached.