The main character of our story is... quite the character, if I may say so myself.
She is a girl of around fourteen years old, slim, tall.
I am telling you this now so I do not have to tell you again.
Her black hair is long and messy, unevenly cut (as if she'd tried to cut it herself but, unsuccessful, gave up after a few tries).
Believe me, reader, she would not look out of place in a jungle and would scare even the fiercest of jaguars.
Her name? 'Tis a common name, reader, one that does not fit her appearance.
Her name is Jamie.
Just Jamie.
Let us go on with Jamie's story...
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Jamie had felt a pull in her heart, a pull in her very soul today, as she always did on every September 1st, ever since her 11th birthday. It was a pull that had tugged her towards King's Cross Station, but Jamie had never made it on time before.
Every September 1st, Jamie would rush to King's Cross, but she'd never reached wherever the pull wanted her to be before 11 o'clock, time at which the pull would suddenly fade. But today, when Jamie screeched to a stop between Platforms 9 and 10 at 10:30 AM, she instantly knew why she had to be there.
Countless people, all dressed strangely, ran headfirst at the stone wall sitting innocently between the platforms. No one but Jamie seemed to notice the people carrying owls and toads and cats, suitcases and trunks and quills on trolleys, children whooping with joy as they disappeared through the wall.
Jamie's pull indicated her to go through the wall, but her common sense told her to absolutely not do that if she wanted to keep her nose the way it was.
But Jamie was not really one to listen to her common sense. She'd gotten this far, her pull seemed to want something good for her, so why not try this too?
So Jamie followed behind a ginger-haired boy, a bushy-haired girl, and a bespectacled boy, who quickly picked up speed as they ran for the wall and disappeared. Jamie copied them, feeling out of place in her loose-fitting blue sweater whereas all the children she saw wore black robes with different ties. She willed herself to pelt towards the boulder barrier, closing her eyes.
She knew she'd made it when she felt a cool breeze on her face and heard the whistle of a train blow. She opened her eyes tentatively and discovered a scarlet train. Her eyes jumped to the watch she'd nicked years back, and realized it was 10:54. People were yelling to their children to climb aboard the train, so Jamie, being herself, scurried through families and around trolleys, jumping over suitcases and ducking under people's arms reaching for a last hug, a last kiss and sneaked her way aboard the train, feeling extremely satisfied with herself.