Ever since I received my letter to Hogwarts October 4th on my eleventh birthday it was all I could talk about. And by the time the day I was leaving rolled around my brothers were ready to kill me. My nine year old brother Malcolm was boredly sitting between our other brother Robby (who was eight at the time) and I when he smacked my arm, "Seriously Minnie, if I hear one more thing about Hogwarts or see your wand again I will push you off your broom next time we fly around the hills."
I just gave him my best glare and tossed my long dark curls over my shoulder, "Stop being so immature, empty threats are pointless and silly. And don't call me Minnie, you know I hate it."
"I want to see your wand again Minerva!" Robby leaned over Malcolm to see me.
I handed him my wand, "Don't break it Robby, a wand is a big responsibility and should be treated as such."
He smiled broadly and taped our mother in the front passenger seat of the muggle automobile, "Look, Minerva thinks I'm responsible enough to hold her wand!"
"Very nice Robert, give that back though, and Minerva please put it away. I don't want any Muggles to see it or Robert cause some accidental magic."
We arrived at Kings Cross Station shortly after I got my wand back. Platform 9 ¾ was through the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10. I had to run straight into a brick wall and hope I didn't collide with it…
"Any day now Minnie…" Malcolm sneered from beside my father, who swiftly hit my brother upside the head to hush him.
I gave him a cool glare back, his glares and sneers were nothing compared to mine. I hugged my brothers, mother, and father before taking a deep breath and running into the wall. There was a strange sensation and when I opened my eyes again I was on an entirely new and slightly chaotic platform with a scarlet train waiting. I sighed and quickly boarded the train with my trunk behind me. I had a small smile on my lips, I was finally going to Hogwarts.