I stared around the King's Cross Station. It was my first time in London, so I hungrily took it all in. A red haired boy bumped into me and fell into the girl next to him. Something dropped out of his pocket and I picked it up.
"Why are carrying a stick around?"
The girl looked at the boy, who was rubbing his head and answered, "He just likes to collect them. Would you kindly give it back?"
I held it closer to me, my hands turning white. "No, it looks different than the sticks on the trees, I'll only give it back if you tell me where you got it."
The red haired boy groaned. "It was a present. So she never told me where it came from." Then he grabbed it and shoved it in his pocket. "C'mon Hermione. We might miss the train." Then he ran off pulling the girl Hermione with him. Hermione looked back at me and beckoned me to follow. And I followed, knowing that whatever it was, my imagination wouldn't beat it.
