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Dreams Do Come True.
*Christine's POV*
I had been really nervous ever since I made my way to the Kings Cross Station I was fidgeting with my hands and looking around nervously. I still couldn't believe the fact that I was accepted into a wizarding school. My parents were thrilled and so was I, but I felt more shocked. At first I thought it was all some stupid joke, but when I had gone to this place called Diagon Alley to get my supplies, it was real. There were wizards and witches, and believe it or not, I am soon going to be learning to be a witch. Oh how excited I am. I can't wait until we get there. But what if I don't meet any new friends? I have to at least meet one. I don't know anything about this new world. Oh no, we're here. Here it goes.
I step out of the car still shaking with nervousness. My parents and I look at the piece of paper again and again and look at it curiously, what is this? Why does it say Platform 9 ¾ , maybe the paper had a typo or something, but wait what is that person doing over there? There was a man and a boy with blondish hair and grayish eyes, he was very handsome indeed, and his father looked exactly the same as he did. They were pushing a trolley just like mine, and they had a huge trunk like mine, maybe they can help me.
I suddenly walk towards the man to ask him, "Excuse me sir, I was just wondering if you can help me?"
The man then looked down at me, and said, "Ah what do we have here? What is your name girl? Do you attend Hogwarts? I must say I have never seen you before. Have you, Draco? Have you ever seen this....." he pauses to look me up and down , ".....girl?"
"No father" the handsome young blond boy says looking at me with a sweet smile.
"My name is Christine and yes I will be attending Hogwarts, I am a new student in my .... I believe my sixth year."
"Really?" asks the man.
"Excuse me sir, can you help us or not, I don't want my daughter to be late." My father cuts in.
"Well, well, well, a muggle. That would make her," he points and accusing finger at me, "a mudblood. I fear that I cannot help." The man replied, icily.
"But father..." the boy started.
"Shut up boy, come you don't want to be late." The man snarled. They then walked away and out of sight.
Now what? I guess this wasn't a very good idea after all. But just then a strange tall woman with her in a tight bun, and small spectacles came towards me and my parents.
"Well hello, Mr. and Mrs. Medina, and hello, Ms. Medina. I am Professor McGonagall and I will be helping you onto the Hogwarts Express," the woman introduced herself, she spoke with an accent, probably Scottish. "Sorry I am late, I had to run a few errands. Please follow me Ms. Medina, and say goodbye to your parents."
I went over to my mother and father and gave them a big hug, "I'll miss you, and don't forget to write me, you do know how right?"
I nodded. Max, the man who had sold me my owl, had taught me.
I then followed Professor McGonagall to a brick wall and she quietly told me to run through the brick wall and into the platform 9 ¾.
I looked at her curiously, but did as I was told. I gripped my trolley and ran in with my eyes closed. When I opened them, I saw the most wonderful thing.
Dreams Do Come True.
*Christine's POV*
I had been really nervous ever since I made my way to the Kings Cross Station I was fidgeting with my hands and looking around nervously. I still couldn't believe the fact that I was accepted into a wizarding school. My parents were thrilled and so was I, but I felt more shocked. At first I thought it was all some stupid joke, but when I had gone to this place called Diagon Alley to get my supplies, it was real. There were wizards and witches, and believe it or not, I am soon going to be learning to be a witch. Oh how excited I am. I can't wait until we get there. But what if I don't meet any new friends? I have to at least meet one. I don't know anything about this new world. Oh no, we're here. Here it goes.
I step out of the car still shaking with nervousness. My parents and I look at the piece of paper again and again and look at it curiously, what is this? Why does it say Platform 9 ¾ , maybe the paper had a typo or something, but wait what is that person doing over there? There was a man and a boy with blondish hair and grayish eyes, he was very handsome indeed, and his father looked exactly the same as he did. They were pushing a trolley just like mine, and they had a huge trunk like mine, maybe they can help me.
I suddenly walk towards the man to ask him, "Excuse me sir, I was just wondering if you can help me?"
The man then looked down at me, and said, "Ah what do we have here? What is your name girl? Do you attend Hogwarts? I must say I have never seen you before. Have you, Draco? Have you ever seen this....." he pauses to look me up and down , ".....girl?"
"No father" the handsome young blond boy says looking at me with a sweet smile.
"My name is Christine and yes I will be attending Hogwarts, I am a new student in my .... I believe my sixth year."
"Really?" asks the man.
"Excuse me sir, can you help us or not, I don't want my daughter to be late." My father cuts in.
"Well, well, well, a muggle. That would make her," he points and accusing finger at me, "a mudblood. I fear that I cannot help." The man replied, icily.
"But father..." the boy started.
"Shut up boy, come you don't want to be late." The man snarled. They then walked away and out of sight.
Now what? I guess this wasn't a very good idea after all. But just then a strange tall woman with her in a tight bun, and small spectacles came towards me and my parents.
"Well hello, Mr. and Mrs. Medina, and hello, Ms. Medina. I am Professor McGonagall and I will be helping you onto the Hogwarts Express," the woman introduced herself, she spoke with an accent, probably Scottish. "Sorry I am late, I had to run a few errands. Please follow me Ms. Medina, and say goodbye to your parents."
I went over to my mother and father and gave them a big hug, "I'll miss you, and don't forget to write me, you do know how right?"
I nodded. Max, the man who had sold me my owl, had taught me.
I then followed Professor McGonagall to a brick wall and she quietly told me to run through the brick wall and into the platform 9 ¾.
I looked at her curiously, but did as I was told. I gripped my trolley and ran in with my eyes closed. When I opened them, I saw the most wonderful thing.