"Mum! Mum!" Jackson ran into the kitchen.
"What, what is it?"
"His name's Taylor!"
"Whose name's Taylor, what are you talking about?"
"My owl! It just came to me, his name's Taylor!"
"That's great. Go wash up, I'm almost done making dinner."
Too soon it was September 1st, time to shove Jackson's trunk in the boot of the car and drive to King's Cross Station.
"I hope I can take Taylor on the train with me."
"You nervous?"
"Yeah."
"You'll be fine. Just try to make friends." They loaded his things onto a trolley. "The ticket says Platform 9 & ¾. I've never heard of Platform 9 & ¾. Got your cane in your bag?"
"Yes, Mum."
"Wand, too?"
"Yes, Mum."
"Keep hold of the trolley, now." She found Platform 9, she found Platform 10. There must be a magical way to get there. Suddenly she heard a cat yowl loudly.
"It's alright, Jasper, I'll let you out on the train." A girl said. Sharon watched the family walk directly at the brick wall separating Platforms 9 & 10. Just as the trolley was about to hit, they passed through. Swallowing hard, Sharon led her son right up to the brick wall, and there was a large red and black train whistling while families bustled about. They had just walked through a wall. A porter took Jackson's trunk as she checked him over.
"Okay, you have your robes in your bag, don't lose your hat, got your pocket money? Best get your cane out now, I'm not sure how busy the train'll be, keep hold on Taylor." She sighed. "Don't forget to write, you hear? I'm getting myself a Braille typewriter so I can send Taylor back to you with news. Now get on the train." She kissed his forehead and hugged him tight before helping him onto the train. "Love you, Jackson!" She didn't bother staying, she knew she'd bawl if she had to watch the train take her baby away to magic school. She hoped that defense class would help him. She sat in the car and it hit her. bHer only child was on a train, going to live at a castle to learn magic spells./b She laughed. He'd be mixing potions, and turning beetles into needles! She laughed again. Soon she was sobbing. She hoped he'd write soon.