Ummm.... try reading my whole fic before insulting me and my characters openly... until then, keep your thoughts to yourself as in these first couple of chapters my characters are not quite completely developed.
It's those British!
"Platform 9 and 3 fourths? What the heck is that? These British people are nuts!" Amanda Gallins pushed her heavy cart through the crowds at the station. It was her first time ever in England. By herslf. Alone. On the way to her new school.
An owl flew loose in the air and grabbed her lucky red white and blue scrunchie out of her bun. Wavy strawberry blonde hair fell to just below her shoulders. She turned just in time to see a guy, about 16 judging by his looks, snag the speckled gray owl out of the air. "Is he yours?", he asked in a heavy Scottish accent as he offered her the bird.
"Oh - no, but- thanks."
"Are you American?"
"Oh, yeah, Californian, to be exact. I'm Amanda, by the way. Could you by any chance tell me where platform nine and three fourths is?"
"Platform nine and three quarters?" he dropped the owl and looked at her carefully, "you're for Hogwarts?" she nodded, "well I'll show you the way then." He gave her a mischevious grin and offered her his arm, but she had to refuse in order to push her cart along. They came to a wall between platforms 9 and 10. The boy lifted her off her feet quite easily, and placed her on his cart. He then grabbed hers with one hand, held onto his with the other, and ran full speed towards the wall.
"What are you doing?!" Amanda grabbed onto the cart tightly, closed her eyes, and braced herself for the impact. But it never came. She opened her eyes just as he said, "Getting onto the platform. I'm Oliver. I forgot about that earlier. I'll see you around,"
he turned and started to walk away.
"Thanks! See ya!" Oliver turned around and gave her a very lopsided, very mischevious smile, and kept walking.
It's those British!
"Platform 9 and 3 fourths? What the heck is that? These British people are nuts!" Amanda Gallins pushed her heavy cart through the crowds at the station. It was her first time ever in England. By herslf. Alone. On the way to her new school.
An owl flew loose in the air and grabbed her lucky red white and blue scrunchie out of her bun. Wavy strawberry blonde hair fell to just below her shoulders. She turned just in time to see a guy, about 16 judging by his looks, snag the speckled gray owl out of the air. "Is he yours?", he asked in a heavy Scottish accent as he offered her the bird.
"Oh - no, but- thanks."
"Are you American?"
"Oh, yeah, Californian, to be exact. I'm Amanda, by the way. Could you by any chance tell me where platform nine and three fourths is?"
"Platform nine and three quarters?" he dropped the owl and looked at her carefully, "you're for Hogwarts?" she nodded, "well I'll show you the way then." He gave her a mischevious grin and offered her his arm, but she had to refuse in order to push her cart along. They came to a wall between platforms 9 and 10. The boy lifted her off her feet quite easily, and placed her on his cart. He then grabbed hers with one hand, held onto his with the other, and ran full speed towards the wall.
"What are you doing?!" Amanda grabbed onto the cart tightly, closed her eyes, and braced herself for the impact. But it never came. She opened her eyes just as he said, "Getting onto the platform. I'm Oliver. I forgot about that earlier. I'll see you around,"
he turned and started to walk away.
"Thanks! See ya!" Oliver turned around and gave her a very lopsided, very mischevious smile, and kept walking.