p data-p-id="6e48e52b31a7d5af181fde59fe7d28fd"emPhil's POV/em/p
p data-p-id="b8021b7a97b81b4985eaba063b504e5b"strongSeptember 1st, 2009/strong/p
p data-p-id="4879fb9cc134db0c536c9fbb20707ff2"This is the day, the day I've been apprehending in a very unhealthy way. The day my entire life has been leading up to. Well that's only 12 years of my life but to my standards that's a lot. My mother received the letter one month ago and was honestly more than surprised to find out her ex husband, who was just a mechanic, could turn her in a toad if he wanted to. For the rest of the day she sat in her armchair with a far away look in her eyes, which frankly scared me a bit. But the next day she took matters in hand, like a good mother does and started preparing me for this day./p
p data-p-id="264d9bb9cae1c8770e2e972e95798b36"My stomach twists again as I stand close to my mother, not quite ready to leave her side just yet. We arrived a bit early and the train isn't here yet, which doesn't really surprise me, my mum emalways /emarrives early. Even when it's to send me to a wizard school. My mother squeezes my side and gives me a comforting smile, when she sees how nervous I am. I hear a rattling noise to my left and see a boy, probably my age crossing the platform. He stands alone, which confuses me. What kind of parents would leave their child to face a day like this alone? He has gorgeous brown eyes and is kinda cute, the way his eyes seem to be piercing everything, analizing everything. There's an aura of mystery around of him. I notice he has a black cat with piercing green eyes sitting on his bags. He sweeps his brown hair to the side and turns to look straight at me. I smile instantly, because that's what my mother taught me. He answers with an uncertain smile, that doesn't quite reach his brown eyes./p
p data-p-id="d7b1aa919252d82fea5ea07353b48cd8"He looks away before I can beckon him towards me. It's too late anyway because I hear the rattling of a train arriving on the rails, and the nervousness is back as I see it appear and slow down, stopping right in front of me. The brown-eyed boy doesn't waste a second and jumps on, taking all his belongings with him. I suddenly find it hard to catch my breath, to be honest I didn't think this day would ever come, and now that it has, the stress is taking over, the stress of going to a brand new school with thousands of kids I don't know, the stress of maybe not being good enough. I look up at my mother as kids of all ages rush towards the train doors all around me. She hugs me tightly, literally squeezing the life out of me. I get out of her grip, finally, and she kisses my cheek softly./p
p data-p-id="80a38f189abd911b596970ae996a6762"'You'll do great Philly, I know you will. I always knew you were special, remember you get that from your father, and wherever he is, I know he is very very proud of his son.'/p
p data-p-id="16c6932bf3b86dcbf45101c8a8b2c25a"I see tears forming in her eyes, causing a knot to form in my throat as I try to swallow down the sob making it's way to my mouth./p
p data-p-id="68f6f2872fc9d561f908589552afa691"She gives me a last hug and pushes me gently towards the doors of the awaiting train. I finish putting all my bags in the designated carriage and then enter the train, looking once again at my mother who just smiles and waves at me./p
p data-p-id="108c01583e7be0ab67dafa6d454c749b"Taking a deep breath, I walk in, and start walking through the hall, looking for a place to sit. After 2 minutes I get desperate when I see every carriage in full until I spot one with only person. It's the brown-eyed boy from earlier! I make my way to it and peek my head through the door./p
p data-p-id="fee1485744261adf7272d8f512f64065"'Hey can I sit there? All the other carriages are full.' I say with a sheepish grin./p
p data-p-id="796e278d81547f30302c267aed615942"Apparently he didn't expect company because he nearly jumps out of his skin when I speak. He stutters slightly when he finally answers me :/p
p data-p-id="3219de19bb7f1d190ca3d869f9cddbdd"'Oh y-yeah sure...' He follows my movement as I make my way to the seat in front of him, but when I look back at him, he quickly avoids my eyes and looks back out the window. I stare at him, not really ashamed at myself, until he notices my gaze and turns back to look at me. Again, those brown eyes of his stun me and I blush a little bit./p
p data-p-id="6034be10ba772778c357472e7d49075f"'Want a picture? It'll last longer.' he snaps at me and I just laugh, even though I know his comment wasn't meant nicely./p
p data-p-id="66f23d87e4e16c964beeb55d159b512e"'My name's Phil. Phil Lester.' He nods at me and looks back out the window. Well he's a very sociable person. I'm not giving up yet though, he just needs a little push./p
p data-p-id="0aeca15ae19d2a9772908ec3d4b0116e"'And you?' He looks back at me, an annoyed look in his eyes./p
p data-p-id="17c6f4c7dac349430e4dfeb718ffb711"'I'm Dan Howell. Pleasure to meet you.'/p
p data-p-id="d88cb721d62df8ef6ff1dd78f3b9b014"'You too!'/p
p data-p-id="6ce3d4cb13bc90077db2992989b91cda"'That was sarcasm.'/p
p data-p-id="d423f98167769b837d54d0f0457d977f"I'm a bit disappointed at the mean look in his eyes and look down at my feet. There's an awkward silence between us before he speaks again, his voice much softer than before./p
p data-p-id="7ff2eb0bc0e2d4b88321417ed69ece98"'Sorry... I guess I'm just a bit nervous. I didn't mean to be harsh.' he gives me a small apologetic smile and I smile widely in return. Maybe I'm getting somewhere with this making friends thing! I just need to keep the conversation going./p
p data-p-id="d53860baeea0798644b0fa2f4f8ef5f1"'So what house do you think you'll be in?' I ask with a smile and this time I see no annoyed look in his eyes./p
p data-p-id="1f9f082eeaf7270c977cdc3dd53e4e62"'I don't know to be honest. I'd like to be in Gryffindor, I want to be really brave! But I'll probably end up in Slytherin, I'd be a disgrace to my family if in I'm anything else. What about you?'/p
p data-p-id="a7f3136e96f574e5ee55451434e652d6"I frown at the sad look in his eyes when he says this but I dismiss it, I don't want to push him too far./p
p data-p-id="4f1f2dc283c06abaa2621ca6b5571c98"'I really have no idea! I guess the sorting hat will decide for me. After all, if he's not good at sorting he's just a hat! A very old and smelly hat but still just a hat. My grandmother would probably wear it'/p
p data-p-id="2fe2d26c94cdacaaf7c7ecb455fa2147"It was a pretty lame joke, but he laughs anyway, showing his cute dimples and the sight only is enough to make me laugh./p
p data-p-id="b46ba46c204a0699c2cdc73ffe55b1d3"I guess I'm not too bad at making friends after all!/p
p data-p-id="a6b724da9123a7f7edd9761cdfe58e44"strongYooo! So how's this for a story, I decided there weren't enough hogwarts phan au so I now present you /strongemstrongthis /strong/emstrongpiece of thrash! /strong/p
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p data-p-id="b8021b7a97b81b4985eaba063b504e5b"strongSeptember 1st, 2009/strong/p
p data-p-id="4879fb9cc134db0c536c9fbb20707ff2"This is the day, the day I've been apprehending in a very unhealthy way. The day my entire life has been leading up to. Well that's only 12 years of my life but to my standards that's a lot. My mother received the letter one month ago and was honestly more than surprised to find out her ex husband, who was just a mechanic, could turn her in a toad if he wanted to. For the rest of the day she sat in her armchair with a far away look in her eyes, which frankly scared me a bit. But the next day she took matters in hand, like a good mother does and started preparing me for this day./p
p data-p-id="264d9bb9cae1c8770e2e972e95798b36"My stomach twists again as I stand close to my mother, not quite ready to leave her side just yet. We arrived a bit early and the train isn't here yet, which doesn't really surprise me, my mum emalways /emarrives early. Even when it's to send me to a wizard school. My mother squeezes my side and gives me a comforting smile, when she sees how nervous I am. I hear a rattling noise to my left and see a boy, probably my age crossing the platform. He stands alone, which confuses me. What kind of parents would leave their child to face a day like this alone? He has gorgeous brown eyes and is kinda cute, the way his eyes seem to be piercing everything, analizing everything. There's an aura of mystery around of him. I notice he has a black cat with piercing green eyes sitting on his bags. He sweeps his brown hair to the side and turns to look straight at me. I smile instantly, because that's what my mother taught me. He answers with an uncertain smile, that doesn't quite reach his brown eyes./p
p data-p-id="d7b1aa919252d82fea5ea07353b48cd8"He looks away before I can beckon him towards me. It's too late anyway because I hear the rattling of a train arriving on the rails, and the nervousness is back as I see it appear and slow down, stopping right in front of me. The brown-eyed boy doesn't waste a second and jumps on, taking all his belongings with him. I suddenly find it hard to catch my breath, to be honest I didn't think this day would ever come, and now that it has, the stress is taking over, the stress of going to a brand new school with thousands of kids I don't know, the stress of maybe not being good enough. I look up at my mother as kids of all ages rush towards the train doors all around me. She hugs me tightly, literally squeezing the life out of me. I get out of her grip, finally, and she kisses my cheek softly./p
p data-p-id="80a38f189abd911b596970ae996a6762"'You'll do great Philly, I know you will. I always knew you were special, remember you get that from your father, and wherever he is, I know he is very very proud of his son.'/p
p data-p-id="16c6932bf3b86dcbf45101c8a8b2c25a"I see tears forming in her eyes, causing a knot to form in my throat as I try to swallow down the sob making it's way to my mouth./p
p data-p-id="68f6f2872fc9d561f908589552afa691"She gives me a last hug and pushes me gently towards the doors of the awaiting train. I finish putting all my bags in the designated carriage and then enter the train, looking once again at my mother who just smiles and waves at me./p
p data-p-id="108c01583e7be0ab67dafa6d454c749b"Taking a deep breath, I walk in, and start walking through the hall, looking for a place to sit. After 2 minutes I get desperate when I see every carriage in full until I spot one with only person. It's the brown-eyed boy from earlier! I make my way to it and peek my head through the door./p
p data-p-id="fee1485744261adf7272d8f512f64065"'Hey can I sit there? All the other carriages are full.' I say with a sheepish grin./p
p data-p-id="796e278d81547f30302c267aed615942"Apparently he didn't expect company because he nearly jumps out of his skin when I speak. He stutters slightly when he finally answers me :/p
p data-p-id="3219de19bb7f1d190ca3d869f9cddbdd"'Oh y-yeah sure...' He follows my movement as I make my way to the seat in front of him, but when I look back at him, he quickly avoids my eyes and looks back out the window. I stare at him, not really ashamed at myself, until he notices my gaze and turns back to look at me. Again, those brown eyes of his stun me and I blush a little bit./p
p data-p-id="6034be10ba772778c357472e7d49075f"'Want a picture? It'll last longer.' he snaps at me and I just laugh, even though I know his comment wasn't meant nicely./p
p data-p-id="66f23d87e4e16c964beeb55d159b512e"'My name's Phil. Phil Lester.' He nods at me and looks back out the window. Well he's a very sociable person. I'm not giving up yet though, he just needs a little push./p
p data-p-id="0aeca15ae19d2a9772908ec3d4b0116e"'And you?' He looks back at me, an annoyed look in his eyes./p
p data-p-id="17c6f4c7dac349430e4dfeb718ffb711"'I'm Dan Howell. Pleasure to meet you.'/p
p data-p-id="d88cb721d62df8ef6ff1dd78f3b9b014"'You too!'/p
p data-p-id="6ce3d4cb13bc90077db2992989b91cda"'That was sarcasm.'/p
p data-p-id="d423f98167769b837d54d0f0457d977f"I'm a bit disappointed at the mean look in his eyes and look down at my feet. There's an awkward silence between us before he speaks again, his voice much softer than before./p
p data-p-id="7ff2eb0bc0e2d4b88321417ed69ece98"'Sorry... I guess I'm just a bit nervous. I didn't mean to be harsh.' he gives me a small apologetic smile and I smile widely in return. Maybe I'm getting somewhere with this making friends thing! I just need to keep the conversation going./p
p data-p-id="d53860baeea0798644b0fa2f4f8ef5f1"'So what house do you think you'll be in?' I ask with a smile and this time I see no annoyed look in his eyes./p
p data-p-id="1f9f082eeaf7270c977cdc3dd53e4e62"'I don't know to be honest. I'd like to be in Gryffindor, I want to be really brave! But I'll probably end up in Slytherin, I'd be a disgrace to my family if in I'm anything else. What about you?'/p
p data-p-id="a7f3136e96f574e5ee55451434e652d6"I frown at the sad look in his eyes when he says this but I dismiss it, I don't want to push him too far./p
p data-p-id="4f1f2dc283c06abaa2621ca6b5571c98"'I really have no idea! I guess the sorting hat will decide for me. After all, if he's not good at sorting he's just a hat! A very old and smelly hat but still just a hat. My grandmother would probably wear it'/p
p data-p-id="2fe2d26c94cdacaaf7c7ecb455fa2147"It was a pretty lame joke, but he laughs anyway, showing his cute dimples and the sight only is enough to make me laugh./p
p data-p-id="b46ba46c204a0699c2cdc73ffe55b1d3"I guess I'm not too bad at making friends after all!/p
p data-p-id="a6b724da9123a7f7edd9761cdfe58e44"strongYooo! So how's this for a story, I decided there weren't enough hogwarts phan au so I now present you /strongemstrongthis /strong/emstrongpiece of thrash! /strong/p
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