As I made my way towards the lake, having just gotten off the Hogwarts Express. I stared all around me, taking it all in. A forest to my right, far in the distance, there was a thick haze of dark mist hanging over it.
The station was teething with students in dark robes, many having just arrived, trying to find their friends amongst the crowd. A few bumped into me, so much so that I became jostled into the crowd, and finally let off at a little clearing before a lake. Little boats were resting on the shore, each with its own lantern shining into the smooth water.
I turned around to go with the other kids, wherever they were going. When a great burly man stepped out of the crowd, swinging a giant iron lantern, gesturing and waving some of the smaller kids, my age, towards him.
"First years, yer' over here!"He shouted, startling some of the kids around him, a few stepped back and eye him apprehensively.
I make my way towards him, clutching my silver-clasped cloak around me.
When I had gotten my letter, it had all seemed so unreal, and now that I was here, I was desperate to set a good example for this startlingly different school.
I wondered for a moment how my mother was fairing with my stepfather without me, guilt clutched my heart, how could I have left her with him? But I stubbornly reminded myself, that she had made her choice long ago, going back to my abusive stepfather many times, and dragging me along with her. The letter should have been my pass to get out of that situation. I reminded myself, that I couldn't mess up, I didn't see anywhere else I could go, for I certainly couldn't go back to my mothers.
I was startled out of my reverie, The giant of a man was leading the first years to the lake, and the small clearing I was in had become almost deserted. I ran to catch up with them.