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Why Are We Going Here Again?

"Why are we going to this school again?"

"Because the stupid one closed, remember?"

"Yes but why must we attend this school?"

"Because our mums started talking at "tea time", and you know what happens when they get to talking at "tea time"."

"You mean when they've had too many purple squirrel martinis."

"Yes but it sounds better as "tea time"." Síle elaborated as Quinn shook her head at her friend, rolling her eyes.

"Whatever you say." Quinn paused and glanced at her ticket. "Ahh…..Síle….this says our train leaves from the station '9 and three quarters'."

Síle stopped and looked at her friend. "Excuse me? You're joking."

"'Fraid not, look at yours." Síle pulled out her ticket and scrutinized it.

"Aw, come on!" she groaned and ran a hand through her hair in frustration.

"How the bloody hell are we supposed to find a platform called 9 and three quarters in a muggle station?!"

Síle appeared ready to bang her head against a nearby column, a sign reading "platform 9" and a sign reading "platform 10" hung on opposing sides. All was jolly and well until her head disappeared.

"Ohhhhhhhh," came a muffled voice and she pulled away from the column. "Found it!"

"Welcome back Alice, did you find the rabbit hole?" Quinn asked, eyebrow raised.

"I'm not Alice…but anyway we need to go through the column."

"Hold it one minute, I am not gallivanting through any miscellaneous columns."

"But we have to!" whined Síle in a childish tone. "I saw a beautiful boy on the other side! I mean, he had red hair."

"No, it just isn't—wait, red hair?" asked Quinn suddenly all ears.

Síle nodded her head rapidly, eyes grown huge with excitement. She started as a tall brunette boy approached her from behind.

"Excuse me, but are you having some difficulties? With the, ah, platform?"

Trying not to giggle at how funny that sounded with a Scottish accent, Síle nodded.

"Yeah, my friend refuses to enter any random portal, even though I just stuck my head through and it looks just fine." The boy smiled at her explanation and continued.

"Well you can trust me, I'm went all seven years at Hogwarts and am just headed back there myself. I want to apply as an assistant coach to Madame Hooch. Oh, I'm Oliver, Oliver Wood."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Síle."

"I'm Quinn." She chimed in to the conversation at last.

"We're going into year 6." Síle added.

"Oh? Where did you attend school before this?"

"Pennywuggles School of Ireland's Finest Witches and Wizards," the two friends responded in unison.

"Pennywuggles?" he asked in disbelief.

"U-huh. Unfortunately it closed because there were more words in the school's name than students in the school, so now our mums sent us here."

Oliver grinned, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll love it at Hogwarts, it's a great place."

"Well we hope so…" Quinn murmured.

Oliver glanced at the clock, "We best get going now though, else we'll miss the train." Quinn glanced at the column distrustfully.

"Oh for heaven's sake," Síle muttered, rolling her eyes. "You. Through there. Now." She commanded as her friend gave her a dirty look, grasped her trunk tighter and walked defiantly through the wall. Síle laughed and grasped her own trunk.

"After you," Oliver said and Síle stepped through the wall. Quinn was waiting with a look of utter awe and wonder at the platform and train.

hello from the authors. We are best known as Tippy and Fido. The characters correspond with the two of us. Tippy is Quinn, and Fido is Sile. we are slightly psychotic so we apologize in advance. we also screwed around some harry potter characters years so that they fit our taste, fred george and lee are all only one year older then the trio, who are in year 6 at the moment.

that be all from us at the moment. signing off

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