Deaths First Kiss {a Draco Malfoy love story}

Two

    While on a bus on our way to the train station my mother said to me "I've found the perfect boarding school for you when we get to our new town."
    "That's perfect!" my step-dad peered over my mother's shoulder. The picture was so boring, the school looked like it was falling apart. And like it was taking the children in it with them.

    When my step-father went back to whatever he was doing my mom pulled out her phone again to silently show me where I would be attending school. The headline underneath the photo that was sent to her read, Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

    The building looked like a castle, I thought the picture wouldn't be doing it any good, but it looked like a king and queen would live there with their princesses and princes, along with their family dog. It could probably fit thousands upon thousands of people in it. And to have it be my second home, it just feels surreal, this would for sure be better than Beauxbatons Academy.

    After what felt like the longest two hours had passed, we finally arrived at Kings Cross Station in London. It was a lot bigger than I had expected it to be. The brick walls all staring at me from afar, platforms 1 through who knew how many. I wouldn't be surprised if there were hundreds.

    I couldn't see where the crowd of people ended, I could barely see the floor. People were everywhere, in the telephone booths, in the open markets, boarding and getting off trains, and rushing to get out or into the station. While passing the markets on my way out the smell of baked goods filled my nose, cinnamon rolls, croissants, fudge. I begged my mom to stop, but Frank stopped her from saying yes, he said we needed to hurry out to catch the bus.

    The bus surprisingly wasn't too full, on the second floor there was no top so when I sat up there the breeze hit my face, and all the warm smells of summer, or was it spring? It smelled like it had just rained, but from what I read that was normal.

    Frank had forced my mom to sit on the first floor with him, but he didn't stop me from sitting on the top, and I'll take any chance I can get to get away from him. Also, I'll take as much fresh air as I can get to. We had to jump onto nearly 10 different busses just to get where we were going. Stratford-upon-Avon, a smallish town on the outskirts of London. I don't quite know the population because it's constantly changing. But I do know over 2 million people visit it a year. And I've got to admit it, it certainly is a beautiful place.