"How do I get onto the train?" lily worried as she leant against the stone wall at kings cross train station in London, biting her lip. Suddenly, she felt as if she was falling backwards, backwards into the wall, and then, all of a sudden as she fell onto the ground, she smelt soot, smoke and a smell that she just couldn't put her nose to, it smelt nice, like cologne that men wear.
An arm suddenly appeared,
"Hi there, would you like some help getting up?" a young boy asked, he was quite cute, messy black hair, hazel eyes that were covered by round glasses.
"Yes please" lily answered as she took in her surroundings.
"My name is James potter" the boy said after he helped lily up,
"Lily Evans" she smiled.