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Written for the Character Of The Week Drabble Competition. Jason Samuels.
Word Count 191
Encouragement
"What did that lady say I had to do, Dad? Run at the wall?" Jason asked, staring at the very solid looking wall between platforms nine and ten.
"That's what she said, Son," his dad replied, and Jason could see in his face that he too was dubious about such an act.
"Okay. So I guess I'll, um, I'll see you at Christmas, then?" he said, and his stomach suddenly dropped as he realised he wouldn't see his dad for almost four months.
"You'll be fine, son," his dad said, his hand suddenly on Jason's shoulder. "Go on, now. Write to me and tell me all about it."
"You'll write back straight away?"
"As soon as I've read your letter."
Jason nodded shakily. "I love you, dad."
"I love you too, son."
Jason squared his shoulders off and stared again at the brick wall. His legs moved, the wall got closer, and he braced himself for an impact that didn't come. A red steam train in front of his eyes told him he had done it. He was going to Magic School.
