My first attempt of writing! I have a general idea of the story but not too sure how it's going to turn out. Hope you'll enjoy it! (:
Epilogue
1st September, 1939. 10:04.
"So this is it!" A car pulled over, and the women inside turned around to look at her daughter. She beamed, "A new school year at a new school! Aurora dear, promise to be good, okay?"
"Okay mom." The girl in the back seat spoke quietly, grabbing her bag and smiled politely before reaching for the door.
The man in the car helped Aurora retrieve her trunk and set it on the ground, before returning to the driver's seat.
"Bye!" They waved, as though it was the start of any normal school term, as though they did not find out over the summer that their daughter is a witch, as though they were not sending their daughter to a wizarding school to learn magic.
"Bye mom, bye dad!" The girl waved and watched as the car drove away. I guess their used to sending off their daughter to some place for a whole year, so that some other people can take care of her, feed her and educate her while they go and enjoy their lives. Aurora sighed and turned, pushing her trunk on a trolley and walked into King's Cross Station.
1st September, 1939. 10:28.
She sat alone in an empty compartment – there was quite a lot to choose from – and looked out the window to see the platform. Platform nine and three quarters.
She watched as parents and their children walked onto the platform through the magical wall, just as she did some ten minutes ago. She watched as time passed and the platform grew more crowded, more alive.
She was anxious. It wasn't the first time she's gone to a boarding school to spend time with a bunch of strangers, but it wasn't just a new school, it was a new world. What if she hates it, what if she's really bad at school work? Maths, literature, geography, history, those she could manage, and quite well she dare say, but charms, transfiguration, what even is –
Bang. The compartment door opened, and two boys stepped in. The first boy had black hair, combed neatly back, and dark brown eyes, the second had messy brown hair and eyes that shone turquoise. The first boy stepped forward and extended a hand.
"Joseph Lestrange, first year. Mind if we join you? There seems to be no more empty compartments." He seemed quite polite and well-mannered, but Aurora had a feeling that he wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Sure," Aurora nodded and shook his hand.
The second boy stepped inside and took her hand. "Tony Mulciber, nice to meet you," he said with a smirk that seemed to never leave his face.
"Aurora Saxon," she smirked back, "although we never know if it's really nice that we meet. I mean, no one really knows what house they'll be in, we could end up as enemies."
Joseph raised his brow and looked amused as he sat down opposite to Aurora, and Tony next to him. "That's true, I guess we should skip the self introduction part and try to keep this train ride friendly and enjoyable then."
The train ride was indeed quite friendly and enjoyable, as the three smiled and started trivial small talk, tales of previous journeys, schools, anything. Aurora didn't speak much though, she preferred to listen, the tales of the two boys were intriguing. She also felt that being "muggle-born" wasn't a thing to be proud of in this world, and she hoped to prevent bringing it up.
The train sped past cities and towns and fields, while the three first years shared pumpkin pies, chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's every flavour beans. They enjoyed their time not knowing exactly who sat opposite them, and for the last time, without expectations on their actions from families or houses.