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PROLOGUE
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The wall clock reads fifteen minutes till eleven. The newspapers indicate that today is the first of September.
King's Cross Station is bustling. The sounds of children laughing and parents yelling create a hum in the air. The smell of coffee and cigarettes waft through the station.
While it feels like any other day, there are signs that it isn't. Every year on this particular day, groups of peculiar looking people from all around the United Kingdom flock to this particular train station. They drag along trunks filled with clothing and school supplies. They cart around strange animals—owls and rats and toads. They buzz about spells and charms and a place called Hogwarts.
These people tread through the station with caution, weary of others. Their voices, though animated, are incredibly hushed. They are as discreet as they can be.
When they arrive between platforms 9 and 10 they wait until they are certain no one is watching. Then they head straight for the wall that separates the two platforms. Instead of crashing as one would expect, the witches and wizards arrive comfortably at Platform 9 ¾.
Here our fairytales begin:
A wealthy teenager sneaks away and sees a scruffy young pick-pocket.
A red haired vixen with a secret swims through the stream of people.
A conspiring Chinese girl stumbles past a rather annoyed young man.
A young brute crashes into a distracted beauty.
A sunshine blonde searches for her two best friends.
–The first is escaping two stepsisters.
–The second is evading a stepmother.
Two sisters walk together; one holds things in, the other lets things out.
One girl closes her eyes and imagines painting with the colors of the wind.
A fiery haired maiden storms away from her unbearable mother.
An arrogant teen flirts with a girl who ignores him and a girl who adores him.
