Nancy stares at the blank brick wall in front of her.
It's a solid brick wall.
The longer she stares, the more aware she becomes of the fact that she's standing in almost the middle of King's Cross Station, staring at a blank brick wall.
She'd tried to prepare herself the best way she could.
The car journey had been wrought with nerves, it wasn't only that she would be saying goodbye to her daughter an extended period of time, that was bad enough, but this as well.
Nancy had never in the entire course of her life dreamt over ever walking through a brick wall. Okay, so she'd often fantasied about being a fly on David Beckham's changing room wall, but this was something quite different, because this was real.
Suddenly she feels a slip around her own numb fingers and she jumps slightly.
"It's alright Mummy, Me, Daddy and Hugo will help you." Her daughter Rosie tells her in a mater-of-fact tone of voice.
Nancy studies her daughter's face for a moment, her bright shinning grey eyes, her small nose dotted with a patch of light freckles, and her long mass of red hair rolling down her shoulders.
Every day Rosie appears to grow taller, mirroring her Father.
It only feels like a blink of an eye since Nancy held her daughter in her arms for the first time.
Rosie had decided to arrive early than planned in the back of the battered blue Ford Anglia Nancy's in-laws had lent them.
Of course at the time they'd been stranded in mid air attempting to navigate one of the worst storms of the century.
Things like that happened to Nancy now.
Giving birth in the back of a flying car, accidentally eating the odd earwax flavoured sweet, and of course discovering her husband was a wizard from an ancient line of wizards.
Nancy had been naïve enough to believe that backpacking around India for a year, after she'd graduated from University, had broadened her mind, being married to Ron Weasley had taught her she'd barely scratched the surface.
"Thank you, Rosie." She smiles down at her daughter gratefully, joking back the tears.
A moment later they were joined by Ron and Hugo, the later pushing a large luggage trolley stacked high with everything Rosie could possibly ever need for her first term at Hogwats School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Nancy swallows thickly, she had harboured the hope that she might have been able to teach her children herself, but that had been impossible once both Rosie and Hugo had begun displaying their Father astonishing gifts.
The cat still hadn't quite recovered from the shock of being levitated so high in the air by a giggling toddler.
"Just remember to relax Nan, you're with a pro."
Ron flashes her thank wink of his, but it does little to settle her stomach.
She holds on tightly to her daughter's warm hand, while her husband grasps her elbow, closing her eyes Nancy steps forward, and then...