It was once again the start of a new term, and like always Kings Cross Station was brimming with people. Many, carrying leather bound briefcases and dressed in designer shirts and ties, pushed their way through the merging crowds, running late, all afraid of missing their morning transport. A slight smile spread on the face of a small slender girl, as she watched a collision between two early morning commuters, consequently causing both men to 'wear' their cups of steaming hot coffee. Her dark hair, styled short on purpose, framed her face, as her smile changed slightly to form a smirk as they glared at each other, trying to wipe their beverages off the expensive choice of attire. "Muggles" she muttered, carefully, so no one would hear. Leaning forward from the bench on which she had been sitting, she glanced left and right down the platform, then quickly down at her watch. 8:39. She had been waiting patiently for the last 20 or so minutes, for a lull between the hub of people, so she could inconspicuously enter through the barrier to platform 9 ¾. She decided to wait a while longer, the urge to watch more human hostility just too tempting, but after a few minutes, with nothing to entertain her, but a few pigeons, dancing around their exquisitely polished shoes, she sighed. Resigning to the fact that there was not going to be a break in the bedlam of early morning Kings Cross regulars, she stood. Picking up the luggage at her feet, she dragged it towards the column positioned between Platforms 9 and 10. 'Well, there's no time like the present,' She thought as she lugged her heavy trunk until she was standing in front of the column. Gazing left and right once more, her eyes came to rest on the side of her trunk, where two large letters had been embossed in gold on the side. P. P. In this world, this meant nothing; she was just another school girl, returning to boarding school for the coming term. A nobody. But just beyond that barrier of bricks and mortar, a world existed where, to some, she was almost royalty. A sense of what could either be interpreted as family pride or arrogance swelled inside her, and she, not wanting to wait to get back to the world in which she belonged, causally slid through the barrier into the blackness.
