"Toothbrush?"
"Check."
"Deodorant?"
"No."
Katrina scowls at me. "I'm just kidding! I got two tubes," I say quickly.
"PJs."
"..."
"Violet?"
"I-uh-"
"VIOLET! WHAT PJS DID YOU BRING?"
I turned bright red.
"You did bring your good pjs, right?"
I shrugged.
"VIOLET LESTRANGE RIDDLE! ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW!"
At this point, people in the train station were staring at us.
Katrina snatches the pjs out of my hand and holds them up in the air. Her voice went dangerously low and scary.
"I...told...you...to bring...your purple Christmas pjs..."
I tried to hide the pjs she was holding up. "It was an accident I swear!"
"AN ACCIDENT? AND ACCIDENT! YEAH RIGHT! I TOLD YOU NOT TO BUY THESE UGLY SKIMPY GOLD PJS! YOU'RE GONNA GET YOURSELF RAPED!"
The muggles started snickering. My face was now grape jelly purple. "I bought them with my own money!" I hissed, grabbing the pjs and stuffing it into the bag. "Now I'm going. Goodbye Katrina."
Katrina's face softened. "Oh I remember when we first found you. I convinced the ministry of magic to let you live in a home of muggles, cause we both knew you wouldn't fit in at a witches home. Good luck at hogwarts dearie!"
And with a pat on the back and a slap on the wrist, I was through the platform 9 3/4 gateway. Before me, lay the one and only, Hogwarts express.
