Yay! A new fic! This is the result of an annoying Muse that would just not leave me alone and some severe procrastination coming up to my exams (of course).
'Are you sure this is right, mum?' I asked, giving my frazzled mother my famous ''everything functioning in there?'' look.
'For the thousandth time, Sarah! Yes! This is how you get to the platform!'
I stared doubtfully at the brick wall my crazy mother was trying to convince me was safe to run through. It was not as if I wasn't used to the weird and wonderful ways of magic, but I was very concerned about the well being of my poor body which, three years previously, suffered from some severe bruising after I had mistakenly ran into a pole-like construction. I swear to God, the thing was not there when I had been running - it just popped out of nowhere!
'Excuse me, please. Watch out there!' A woman with flyaway hair came bustling past with a trunk even bigger than mine. A timid looking girl was trailing along behind her, looking almost as bad as I felt. She looked to be no more than eleven, poor thing. Looks like I wasn't the only one who was shit scared of starting Hogwarts.
Except it was even worse for me - I was starting aged fifteen! Of course, I had been accepted when I was eleven like everyone else, but unfortunately for me, my dad's firm relocated him to France. Talk about bad timing! So in the year I was meant to start Hogwarts, I ended up being stuck in Beauxbatons, not that that was a bad thing. On the contrary, I had a great time there; made great friends, ate delicious French food (except for the snails of course), and best of all, made out with gorgeous French guys.
It was a bitch having to actually learn the French though... I am ashamed to say that I still have not perfected the beautiful language. Yes, even after four years living in France... What can I say? Languages are not my forté.
I watched, with a slight queesy feeling in the pit of my stomach, as the mother and daughter passed through the wall. Oh God, I was going to have to face my fear of running into things. Gulp.
'Come on, Sarah! Honestly, we're going to miss the train!' My mother grabbed my trunk off me, giving me one last exasperated look as she did, and strode up to the wall. I followed grudgingly, swearing under my breath, just because I knew it pissed her off. I shut my eyes and ran in the direction of the wall with my arms stuck out in front of me just for good measure.
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! 'For goodness sake, Sarah! Open your eyes and stop waving your arms about - you look like a mummy!' I opened my eyes and took in the completely different scene to the one I had just left. Huh, the wall really was magic. My first thought was 'that is one awesome train!' The scarlett steam engine stood magnificently in the old fashioned station as pupils were piling onto it. My arms dropped to my sides as I gazed in wonder at the legendary Hogwarts Express.
'Okay now, sweetie, you sure you have everything?' asked my mother, dragging my trunk over to the train. Seeing me standing there, unmoving from my spot, she dropped the trunk and ran back over to pull me towards the train. Stopping by my trunk, she suddenly threw her arms around my neck an crushed me in a bear-hug. 'Ohh, my Sarah, starting Hogwarts! I've been dreaming about this for years!'
'Mum, please, you're smothering me,' I muttered. I could feel my face turn scarlett as a gorgeous guy just happenned to walk past, an arrogant smirk splayed on his handsome face. Oh God, how could this situation be any worse?
'Oh Sarey-poo! I'm so proud of you,' squeeled my mother. That's how. Oh my God! I could actually hear the guy snort as he loaded his trunk onto the train. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and go to my happy place. Eventually, after what seemed to be a million years, my mother let me go, wiping her eyes on her sleeves and blowing her nose loudly enough for people to turn and stare.
'Oh God, mum! Are you serious? Can you be any more embarrasssing?'
'I'm sorry, dear. I'm just so happy.' She gave me a watery smile and blew her nose again. I wanted to die. Suddenly the train's whistle blew and people were climbing aboard, saying their final farewells.
'I have to go, mum,' I protested. She had decided to cling herself to me again and I had to resort to prying her from around my waist.
'I know, dear. Be good, now. Stay out of trouble! Listen to your teachers and keep up with your work.'
'Yes, mum. I know. You give me the same lecture every year. I really have to go.' I glanced nervously at the few remaining pupils still on the platform, all with decidedly clingy parents. I gave them an empathetic look.
'All right, Sweetie. Remember, I want at least one letter every week! At least one!'
'Yes, mum! Got to go. Bye! Say bye to dad for me.' I climbed up onto the train and waved, sighing in relief as the train started to move. One of the other girls climbed up with me, her own mother almost as bad as mine. 'Mothers, eh?' I said with a smile. She gave me a strange look before walking off to find a compartment. Okay, so the people were really friendly!
The door onto the train closed so I stuck my head out the window and really wished I hadn't; my mother was running along with the train, waving at me and still crying. Oh Jesus... I gave her a final wave before walking off in search of a compartment, dragging my trunk in tow. It sucks being the new girl.
Yes, short, as are all of my first chapters... but as I always say, they will get longer! Hope you liked it and I would love to hear opinions (even bad ones!).