Lola watched her older brother lean against the barrier.
"You'll be fine," grinned Lysander, the elder brother by two minutes and more confident twin. At the age of thirteen he was confident, smart and a bit of a player. With that comment, he went through the barrier.
"Are you sure?" Lola asked Lorcan, her quieter and more responsible brother.
"Yeah," He said, shrugging. He looked at Lola's mother, Luna.
"Mum, can I go through?" He asked, an Irish accent throbbing through his voice.
"Yes, you can," Luna smiled, watching her son run through.
"Go through, sweetie," Rolf said, his rich English accent so different to the family's Irish accent. He nudged his daughter, uncomfortable as other families were waiting to go through. Lola wiped her palms on her skirt as they were sweating, before taking a deep breath and running towards the barrier.
Though having done it four times before with her mother - twice in and twice out, respectively – it was different this time. As she ran into the bricks she felt a split second of pain, before she briefly ran through a whitish area that was the wall. Lola craned her neck to see if she was alone, and she was. She quickly ran through and appeared in platform nine and three quarters.
Voices seemed to run around, detached from their owners. Muffled voices echoed through Lola's ears as she craned her neck to see if she could spot her brothers. She couldn't. She scowled herself for not realising they would be on the train with friends by now. She turned around to face her mother.
"Love you, mum," Lola said to her mother, hugging her. Luna affectionately kissed her daughter on the top of the head. Lola moved to her dad next for a hug.
"Have fun, princessa," Rolf said affectionately, Spanish flicking out. It was the language his parents spoke and he spoke too, despite living in England for all of his childhood.
"Dad!" cried Lola, going slightly pink in the cheeks.
"What, no 'I love you' for your good old dad?" Rolf teased. Lola went a dark shade of amber, but her father did not notice and pulled her into an old Spanish dance before kissing her once on both cheeks.
"Voilà!" cried Rolf, letting go of his daughter to straighten up his tie. He had seen many places, and was a male cosmopolitan. He was a respected business man, and some people thought it was odd that he married mazoologist, Luna Lovegood.
In fact, her own brother didn't like her airy mother. He said that she was weird. He never used, oh no, not until he got to Hogwarts. When he got home with a then strangely quiet Lorcan, he'd told Lola something she'd never forget.
"You see how Lorcan's so quiet now? That's 'cos he was proud of our freak mother. That's what the bullying did. Don't be proud, don't."
That made Lola unsure whether to be proud or not. It was true, Lorcan had gone quiet. Before Hogwarts he was louder and more confident twin, but after… Well, he wasn't the same. But whether that was the reason or not, Lola wasn't sure.
"Hurry, honey, you don't want to miss the train!" Luna cried, shaking Lola back to reality. She hugged her mother and father, waved goodbye and bounded into the train.
"Wow there," said a mousy – black haired girl, stepping back from her. "Who are you?"