~Emerald Sonata Works~

*Materials featured are owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures*


~HARRY POTTER~

Fox Girl
Mikoto Sasara


So, Mikoto Sasara was set.

She bought her ridiculously heavy, if not expensive, school supplies…

Obtained a Wand that was excited to leave her 'house' for the first time to finally explore the world…

…And adopted that White Owl that wouldn't stop giving her Fox Ears a love-bite

Reluctantly.

"…Hey chicken. If you keep making my ears bleed, I'm calling you Hooty-Hoo from now on."

…,…,…,…,…,…Strangely, that White Owl seemed to like that name and accepted it by twisting a Fox Ear at an impossible angle.

"WHY YOU LITTLE BAG OF PILLOW FEATHEEEEEEEEEEE~EEEEEEEEEEERS!"

The final step was now to get to Hogwarts.

However, there were no ships, no planes, no blimps, not even a car or bus to get to that School that lived in a secret location…

…Only a train.

Hogwarts Express.

"…Platform…Nine and Three Quarters? Th-this may be my first time to ride on such an iron beast—

—But is there really a lane that was divided into four pieces?!"

…,…,…,…No.

Each platform labeled was a whole number.

And this was King's Cross Station.

Anyone would think it was both daft and idiotic to have a fraction representing a serious train station.

It's like turning the English Buckingham Palace to become a Fun House for children…

…Here, the great Queen would kindly say: Heck no.

So, obviously, there were no 9 ¾ labeled…

…Yet there were a lot of families running about excitedly with their children and piles of luggage

…And running straight through a brick column like a warring battering ram.

*FWIP*

"…,…,…,…,…,…,…,…"

Mikoto Sasara rubbed her eyes.

Another family with twins ploughed through that same brick column

As if it was a door to their own home…

"…,…,…,…,…,…,…,…Heh?"

…For those of you who are not aware

This heroine was a Fox Girl born from Japanese Mythology

With a lineage that mastered Illusion Magic…

Meaning, Mikoto Sasara was capable of creating a magic hologram so real—

—Say a house, food, and even her attractive appearance (for her older ancestors of course)—

That any normal person, witch, wizard, or normal human, would not only believe it was real

They can feel (that house), taste (that food), and be charmed (by that attractive disguise) as if they were all real…

…Something along those lines.

…,…,…,…

And this same Fox Girl was staring at one family after another racing through that solid brick column and disappearing into it—

—As if a pool party was right behind that fake wall.