Chapter 1
The Wall
"Tye, dear, this is a train station. Don't you want to go sight- seeing somewhere else? How about Buckingham Palace?" Tye's mother stared, rather forlornly, after the shoulder length, wavy mass of red, orange, gold, and purple streaked hair that was the back of her daughter's head, which was quickly disappearing into the crowd.
"No, mom, I wanna see this," Tye called back, not even turning around. She weaved through the throng of hurried commuters, skirting a blue streak that was someone's roll away suit case, and jumping clear over a large brown package with "Fragile" all over it, that someone had just finished dropping.
It was all strangely familiar to her. Though how it could be familiar, she didn't really know. Tye was quite American, coming from Austin, Texas, and had never been to King's Cross Station in London, England. In fact, she had never been anywhere in London, England, before their plain had touched ground yesterday.
Tye had been hyper the whole way over.
"We'rereallygoingtoLondon?" she had demanded, bouncing up and down and speaking very fast, "Wearn'tjustgoingtoTennissieorsomeplace
boaringlikethatjusttoplayatrickytricktotrickme?"
"No, Tye," her father had grumbled from the seat next to her, turning over.
"Oh. My. GOD!!!!!!!" Tye yelled, actually putting spaces between her words. She took a gulp of her 8th sprite, then screamed happily. The scream echoed around the plain, causing six sleeping passengers to suddenly wake, and four small children who had previously been quiet started crying.
Tye was an avid Harry Potter reader, despite being 15. She had a website, did extensive role playing, and belonged to several clubs, and the thought of being in the country where all the magic took place exited her, however imaginary the magic may be.
Now, she stood before the wall, the very wall, between platform 9 and platform 10. Her heart skipped a bead. Actually, two beats. That's just how exited she was.
She stared at the wall.
It was, in fact, a wall.
She took a step forward and sniffed the wall.
It smelled of old glue, paper, and dried chewing gum.
She leaned her ear against the wall.
It was silent, as a wall should be.
She even licked the wall.
It didn't taste very good.
Taking a step back to survey the situation, Tye pondered, then began trying all over again.
She poked the wall.
Nothing.
She kicked the wall.
Nothing.
She took a step back, pointed at the wall, and said, "BOOM!"
Nothing.
She leaned her forehead against the wall and thought very hard, "Let me in! You stupid... wall!"
Nothing.
A bit disappointed, Tye leaned against the wall.
"You know what, mom? I really don't thiaaAAAAAAAAA!!!"
And with that, she fell through.
Author Note: And so ends chapter one. Interested? Gooood. Review, please. Flames will be fed to the Rabid Spoofer Monkeys like so many dingo's kidneys. Tye is mine. All Harry Potter shtuff is J.K. Rowlings.
The Wall
"Tye, dear, this is a train station. Don't you want to go sight- seeing somewhere else? How about Buckingham Palace?" Tye's mother stared, rather forlornly, after the shoulder length, wavy mass of red, orange, gold, and purple streaked hair that was the back of her daughter's head, which was quickly disappearing into the crowd.
"No, mom, I wanna see this," Tye called back, not even turning around. She weaved through the throng of hurried commuters, skirting a blue streak that was someone's roll away suit case, and jumping clear over a large brown package with "Fragile" all over it, that someone had just finished dropping.
It was all strangely familiar to her. Though how it could be familiar, she didn't really know. Tye was quite American, coming from Austin, Texas, and had never been to King's Cross Station in London, England. In fact, she had never been anywhere in London, England, before their plain had touched ground yesterday.
Tye had been hyper the whole way over.
"We'rereallygoingtoLondon?" she had demanded, bouncing up and down and speaking very fast, "Wearn'tjustgoingtoTennissieorsomeplace
boaringlikethatjusttoplayatrickytricktotrickme?"
"No, Tye," her father had grumbled from the seat next to her, turning over.
"Oh. My. GOD!!!!!!!" Tye yelled, actually putting spaces between her words. She took a gulp of her 8th sprite, then screamed happily. The scream echoed around the plain, causing six sleeping passengers to suddenly wake, and four small children who had previously been quiet started crying.
Tye was an avid Harry Potter reader, despite being 15. She had a website, did extensive role playing, and belonged to several clubs, and the thought of being in the country where all the magic took place exited her, however imaginary the magic may be.
Now, she stood before the wall, the very wall, between platform 9 and platform 10. Her heart skipped a bead. Actually, two beats. That's just how exited she was.
She stared at the wall.
It was, in fact, a wall.
She took a step forward and sniffed the wall.
It smelled of old glue, paper, and dried chewing gum.
She leaned her ear against the wall.
It was silent, as a wall should be.
She even licked the wall.
It didn't taste very good.
Taking a step back to survey the situation, Tye pondered, then began trying all over again.
She poked the wall.
Nothing.
She kicked the wall.
Nothing.
She took a step back, pointed at the wall, and said, "BOOM!"
Nothing.
She leaned her forehead against the wall and thought very hard, "Let me in! You stupid... wall!"
Nothing.
A bit disappointed, Tye leaned against the wall.
"You know what, mom? I really don't thiaaAAAAAAAAA!!!"
And with that, she fell through.
Author Note: And so ends chapter one. Interested? Gooood. Review, please. Flames will be fed to the Rabid Spoofer Monkeys like so many dingo's kidneys. Tye is mine. All Harry Potter shtuff is J.K. Rowlings.