"You're sure you have everything? All of your books? Yes? All of your clothes? Your wand?", came the fretful voice of Mrs. Ferlet as she straightened the neckline of her daughter Marin's strange, long, black robe.

"Yes, mum. I have everything." Marin Ferlet said, rolling her eyes, but with a fond smile on her face. She turned, ready to walk straight into a thick brick wall in King's Cross Station, between platforms nine and ten.

"Wait! We can't come with you, honey, give your old man one more hug.", Mr. Ferlet said happily. His voice was low and booming, and anyone who didn't know him would surely shrink back in intimidation, but Marin knew better.

Grinning, she hugged her dad's waist tightly, and then her mother's. "Of course. I love you Dad, I love you Mum." She said, starting to sniffle.

Mrs. Ferlet wiped her own eyes before clearing her throat. "Well! You had better be off, then. Make sure to write!" Mr. Ferlet nodded in agreement, before waving Marin off.

Marin turned and disappeared through the brick wall.

"Can you believe it? She's really a witch." He said in amazement.

"We always knew she was special," said Mrs. Ferlet fondly, as she took her husband's arm, pulling him away from the barrier.