"Mom, where is platform nine and three-quarters?" asked Lily Evans.
"Why don't we ask that man over there? It looks like he works here." was the reply. "Excuse me, sir? But could you please direct us to a platform nine and three-quarters?"
"I'm sorry miss, but I can't say I've heard of that, let me see your ticket, maybe there was a mista-he was interrupted by a man with a boy about Lily's age, who was carrying an owl cage.
"Pardon me for eavesdropping," he started, "but my son's ticket was also misprinted platform nine and three-quarters, and we've just got it all sorted out, so I can direct them to the correct train." He then directed his attention the Evan's. "Does that sound okay with you?" he asked. They nodded, so the man nodded as well, and walked away.
"So, are you Muggles then?" asked the boy with the owl cage excitedly. "James! Show some manners!" said the man sharply. Then he looked up and smiled. He extended is hand and said "My name is Harold Potter, and this is my son James, and he's starting his first year at Hogwarts." Lily's father shook his hand and replied, "I'm Thomas Evans, and this is my wife Zinnia and my daughter Lily-it's her first year at Hogwarts as well, and I'm afraid we're rather lost."
"Yes, We can show you to platform nine and three-quarters. Muggles don't know how to find it, that's why we interrupted your conversation with that man," said Harold with a grin.
Lily spoke up shyly, "Pardon sir, but.what exactly IS a 'Muggle'?" James looked at her and smiled. "It's the term we use for non-magic folk."
"Why don't we ask that man over there? It looks like he works here." was the reply. "Excuse me, sir? But could you please direct us to a platform nine and three-quarters?"
"I'm sorry miss, but I can't say I've heard of that, let me see your ticket, maybe there was a mista-he was interrupted by a man with a boy about Lily's age, who was carrying an owl cage.
"Pardon me for eavesdropping," he started, "but my son's ticket was also misprinted platform nine and three-quarters, and we've just got it all sorted out, so I can direct them to the correct train." He then directed his attention the Evan's. "Does that sound okay with you?" he asked. They nodded, so the man nodded as well, and walked away.
"So, are you Muggles then?" asked the boy with the owl cage excitedly. "James! Show some manners!" said the man sharply. Then he looked up and smiled. He extended is hand and said "My name is Harold Potter, and this is my son James, and he's starting his first year at Hogwarts." Lily's father shook his hand and replied, "I'm Thomas Evans, and this is my wife Zinnia and my daughter Lily-it's her first year at Hogwarts as well, and I'm afraid we're rather lost."
"Yes, We can show you to platform nine and three-quarters. Muggles don't know how to find it, that's why we interrupted your conversation with that man," said Harold with a grin.
Lily spoke up shyly, "Pardon sir, but.what exactly IS a 'Muggle'?" James looked at her and smiled. "It's the term we use for non-magic folk."