NO LITTLE TIME AT ALL.
Sitting in my little room, I stared out of the window, wondering what kind of world I could be a part of soon, when I reach the suitable age for Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. I'd always known I was going to be going one day, as I had been told from a very young age from my grandma and mother that my time would soon arrive. I guess you could say I was quite excited since it was only a few short months until I was eleven and then I'd only need to wait the arrival of the beautifully written acceptance letter from Hogwarts. All my life I had been awaiting the chance to go to Hogwarts but when the letter finally arrived I was not so sure. Was I really ready to learn witchcraft and all sorts of magical and mysterious things any child would love to learn but at which caused so much caouse and death through people's fear of us. I mean this was the 19th century for crying out loud, many women had been arrested for being witches and even drowned, stoned or burnt alive, was I ready to become a real witch, forever. I just didn't know…
It was the day that I would leave home and go to Hogwarts. My stomach had butterflies the size of bats and I had a slightly wet upper lip as I quickly got changed, swallowed down some porridge oats and rushed to finish packing. The suitcase I had was massive but according to my mother it was just the right size to where I was going, so using all my muscles-which wasn't a lot- I dumped the bag onto the roof of the horse and cart and with my mother and grandma we set off to the new railway station a quarter of a mile away from my house.
My house was a small cottage with a farm and garden, my father had been a farmer when he was married to my mother but since his recent death my mother had been trying to keep it the way he left it, and so also got our income at the same time. On the farm we had two ducks, four cows, eight pigs and a strange tabby cat. Toby, the cat, had been allowed to come with me as we were only allowed to take, either a cat, toad or owl and well I didn't fancy going through all that trouble to get an owl or a horrible toad so Toby it had to be.
At the train station my grandma and mother paid their farewells and let me walk onto platforms 9 and 3 quarters. There I was met with a amazing sight. Bright colourful red ironworks were set upon my eyes and suddenly my mouth dropped in awe. This was a train not like any other; this was a magical and majestical train, so beautiful many other witches and wizards couldn't believe what they were seeing. Sadly, I was reminded of my father whom had loved the new inventions and crazy idea's people were coming up with on a daily basis such as the radio and the light bulb, these were all crazy idea's to most people but to my father these were the things of the future and the light bulb certainly helped the coal mining business I have been told.