Chapter Nine, people! R&R and enjoy!

Previously on "Into the Pages"...

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Victoria and Willow Ostler — yes, we know who you are. You have been chosen to save us and save our world from its impending doom. Now, you don't have much time. This portal will only stay open for sixty minutes, never to open again. Please, save us. You are our only hope.

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"I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger."

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"We don't have magic."

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we started with the wand selection.

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this was it.

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How had I managed to do that? I was a Muggle. I wasn't supposed to have magic.

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The next month passed by quickly. Wil and I spent most of our time either hanging around Flourish and Blotts or chilling at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream shop (haha... chilling… haha… okay, fine. I admit that I just made a total dad joke there). Tom the bartender also let us keep a half-time job at the pub to earn money.

From the many books I read, I gathered that there was no record of what happened to us ever happening before. A Muggle, suddenly gaining magical abilities? It was unheard of. Someone must have really wanted us to come here… Someone powerful

"Oh, Mo," I sighed, stroking her as I put down my book, 'The Most Mysteriously Mystical Magical Mysteries for the Magically Magical.' "Somebody really needed us… I just wish I knew who."

But the most important question, the most confusing, was why us?

On the morning of September the first, I woke up as groggy as ever, but jumped right up when I remembered what day it was. "Wiiiiiiil!" I sang as I brushed out all the knots in my hair. "Guess what day it is?"

"King's Cross!" she said, stepping into the bathroom. "After all, you've only mentioned it, what, a hundred times now?"

We arrived there (via Knight Bus — shudder) at half past ten, bouncing up and down excitedly.

Well, more or less. I don't think you can bounce very well when you're about a second away from puking.

"Okay," said Wil once we had found a bench. "Quick check."

"You are so unbelievably paranoid."

"Shut up. Wands?"

"Check."

"Luggage?"

"Check."

"Pets?"

"Check."

"Tickets?"

"Check."

"Faces?"

"Check, but I wish yours wasn't."

She stuck her tongue out at me as we traveled (faces and all) to the barrier between platforms nine and ten.

I looked around. "I wonder if—"

"Wil! Vi!"

We looked over to see an anxious Harry jogging towards us, heavy luggage in tow.

"I'm glad to see you," he said. "I've been worried. Do you happen to know how to get onto the platform?"

Uh-oh.

"Uh — yeah — just one second. I'm suddenly feeling incredibly thirsty, and I — uh — need to get some water. Wil, come with me?" I took her by the arm and dragged her away.

"What was that for?" she asked incredulously as I inserted a coin into the vending machine for water just for the sake of it.

"You should know very well what that was for!" I hissed back as the machine proceeded to make a series a dull clunks. "Asking how to get on the train is how Harry first meets Ron!"

"Oh, right," said Wil, a look of dawning comprehension on her face. Then she looked put out. "Wait, but didn't you say you'd let me meet Ron?"

"And you will," I said loftily as I picked up my bottled water. "Just not by yourself."

And I strode away, taking a light sip of water as I went.

Okay, okay, yes, this is a really short chapter, but this is a really satisfying place to leave it at, and the next one will be out soon, I promise! R&R!