SHERLOCK'S POV: "Oh do stop mother.." I said begrudgingly, swatting away her hands as she yet again tried to clean off an imaginary piece of dust from my face. The spit would just make it dirtier. And of course, Mycroft was standing next to Father smiling smugly as I was already being embarrassed and hadn't even started school yet. Perhaps I could learn a spell to make the lips seal together... That would certainly be fun.
JOHN'S POV: I looked around the station, trying to spot someone who might be going too. This was so embarrassing - I couldn't even get onto the platform. I must look silly too. I mean - I'm an eleven year old boy in the middle of London on his own with a trolley load of luggage. Oh great... the guard is starting to stare.
SHERLOCK'S POV: "Right. Goodbye I suppose... I'll see you in a few weeks." I was just about to walk away, when Mother bought into a bone crushing hug. 'Oh Sherly! I'll miss you so much! Be good, okay!' She said, her nose getting awfully snotty. I tentatively hugged her back. Luckily Father isn't the affectionate type, so I got a general nod from him. And I wouldn't even bother with Mycroft. With that, I left them to it and to… Platform 9 ¾. I would expect nothing less, from a magical school.
JOHN'S POV: I started panicking. What was I going to do? I only had ten minutes. Suddenly, I spotted someone lean against a wall and disappear. This happened with the whole family. I decided there was no way magic couldn't be involved, so I thought I'd try it. I casually walked to the barrier and leant against it. To my surprise I stumbled and fell through the wall as if it wasn't there at all. I picked myself up and brushed off the dirt and proceeded to stare at my surroundings. Platform 9 ¾ was everything I'd imagined, and more.
SHERLOCK'S POV: Now, Of course I would never admit it, but I was rather worried. I was meant to... Walk through a wall? That was completely ridiculously impossible. And yet I had seen at least 14 people walk through it. I decided to follow a boy through, who also seemed rather flustered. I casually walked through it, as if it was everyday stuff. But I almost immediately walked into someone who had stopped at the entrance.
John's POV: "Sorry." I hear someone behind me exclaim. I turn around to find another boy like me – on his own. He looks about my age, only he's a bit taller.
"That's ok," I say, "are you new to all of this as well?" He studies me for a minute, and then raises his eyebrow at me.
"I don't know many people who walk through walls and given that until just now I thought it impossible – yes, I am new to this." He holds out his hand. "I'm Sherlock by the way."
Sherlock's POV: Personally, I surprise myself of how sociable I am being. But I always deem myself a good judge of character, and he seems alright. "And your name?" I ask, slightly cautiously. My name is not a normal one (yes, I do realize this) and could I be picked on for a mere name? Thinking about, Mycroft would be picked on more. Oh how I hope he'll enjoy himself at the public school…
John's POV: Sherlock, I think, I've never heard that name before. I like it though.
"I'm John," I reply. "John Watson."