"So are you excited?" Emma asks, as the two settle down after changing into their robes. Rob shrugs, as Emma stares dumbfounded. "How can you just shrug it off? You're going to a school to learn Magic!" He nods.
            "Yah, but I've got this wicked famous father, and everyone's gonna expect me to be exactly like him. And he was the star of the Quidditch team. I mean how can I compare to that? Everyone's gonna think I'm a failure just cuz I'm not as good as him." Emma rolls her eyes.      
            "Come on, don't tell me that you care what people think about you." And when Rob shrugs her eyebrows raise and her mouth opens. "But you just sit there in your baggy jeans and big red shirt with a 'don't know don't care' attitude and admit to being concerned about what people think." He nods. "I don't believe it. Even I don't care if people think I'm a loser, or 'not up to standard' that's their problem."
            "You don't care at all about what people think about you?" He asks and she shakes her head. "But they're the ones that can make your life a living hell..."
            "If you give them the chance." Emma cuts in. "If you let them know you care then they can ruin all your dreams. If you honestly don't care what they say or do or think they don't have anything on you." Rob contemplates this theory on life and nods, understanding.
            "That makes sense." She nods. "I've never thought about it that way."
            "Well obviously. Now I'm gonna ask you again. Are you excited?" He shrugs and she shakes her head disbelievingly.
            "It's not that I care what people think." He says after a minutes thought. "I just, kinda wish I were normal, a muggle I mean." Her jaw drops.
            "You wish you were a muggle?!" He nods.
            "Their lives are so much easier than ours." He admits, staring out the window, refusing to meet her eyes.
            "You've never lived without magic for a week, right?" He shakes his head.
            "And you have?" She nods.
            "It sucked." Emma says simply. "It was hell. They have all this technology stuff to try and take the place of magic. Half the time it didn't work. And when it did work it was so confusing I had to ask my aunt to help me.  You know Uncle Charlie married a muggle born witch. And I had to go stay with her parents for a week during the summer." She explains. "Uncle Charlie and Aunt Elise were there, but they couldn't really hang out with me. So I was stuck in a non-magical house for one week with an old delusional lady and a take-charge-do-it-himself old man." Rob cringes sympathetically.

            "Ouch."
            "They're lives are wicked hard. I mean, they actually have to do manual labor. I tell ya, you should be glad you're a wizard." Emma turns to look out the window at the scenery outside.
            "It's just, such a pain." He says now staring at the floor. "There's so many rules, and specific ways to do things. And they've gotta be exactly right. All of it just doesn't seem that important." He shrugs.

            "Well I guess we've gotta agree to disagree." Emma says looking back at him. He nods, meeting her eyes.
            "I'm right, you know." He teases, and she laughs. "Oh, don't deny it. You so know I'm right." She nods smiling wildly.
            "Of course." And they laugh together, not caring what the other thought, about them, about magic, or about life.

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            "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" A large figure is standing by the side of the platform where all the students are exiting the train. Roughly twice the size of a regular man and 3 times as large he towers over all the students. (A/N: it's not Hagrid just wait) His dark brown hair is rugged and looks unkempt. Holding a lantern above the crowd he looks around trying to find all the firsts years. Seeing him Rob perks up.           

            "Hey, I know him. He comes to visit all the time with Hagrid." At this Emma turns.        
            "Mum is always telling stories about Hagrid. But that can't be him, he's gotta be at least 70 or something." Rob shakes his head.           
            "No, it's his son. Right after Dad defeated the Dark Lord Hagrid and Madame Maxine got married and had Rockwell. He's like my uncle, well not really but that's what I call him. Just like Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione. Uncle Rocky, I completely forgot that he works here." Rob's so intent on staring at 'Uncle Rocky' that he didn't notice that everyone had started to move. Emma, realizing this, grabs Rob and starts off, following Rockwell. They come to the lake and see the little fleet of boats at the shore.       
            "Okay, four to a boat. No more, no less." Rockwell calls, as he climbs into his own boat near the middle. Choosing an empty boat Emma and Rob climb in followed closely by two girls, giggling madly.
            "Hi," one of them perks up. "My name's Hannah" (A/N: no I didn't do this cuz you asked I just needed a name so please people don't ask to be in it I just thought I might as well do it this once, I'll ask if I need names) She smiles wildly, showing perfect teeth. Her light brown hair rests somewhere in the middle of her back and her blue eyes sparkle even in the dim light. "What's yours?" Rob stares at her, scared of the perky girl who looks as if she never frowns. Emma though, pokes him and glares, silently reminding him not to stare and answers.
            "I'm Emma Weasly and this is Robert Potter." The two girls stare; open mouthed (but still smiling).
            "No way!" The second girl squeals. "That's like so cool. I've heard so much stuff about your dad. He's like famous!" Rob's eyes widen and he inches away from the ditz who's so intent on flicking her blonde hair behind her shoulders. Her hazel eyes are glittering, and never once does her smile leave her face. "I'm Mallory; it's so nice to meet you guys. I'm like wicked excited." While she's chattering away to Rob, who's still looking quite shocked Emma turns to Hannah.
            "So, are you excited?" Hannah shrugs, smile still in place.
            "I guess, but I'm a little scared. I mean, I didn't know anyone, and then on the train I met her," She jerks her head at Mallory, who hasn't even noticed that the two other girls were having a different conversation. "To tell you the truth, she kinda bugs me." Emma smiles.
            "You too?" They laugh watching Rob's eyes slowly widen every time Mallory giggles high pitched.
            "So does he talk?" Hannah asks, looking at Rob. Emma laughs and nods.
            "Does he ever. Just don't get him started..." And as the boats turn the corner her words fall away at the sight of Hogwarts. "Wow," she sighs.
            "Yah," Hannah says at her side.
            "Duck!" Rockwell calls out and all the heads go down to avoid hitting the ceiling of the cave that the boats are all filing into. Still amazed at the sight of Hogwarts, even though it's no longer in view no one talks, until the boats hit the edge and the spell is broken.
            "Ohmigod." Hannah gasps and looks at Emma terrified. "We're here."

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A/N: okay I lied, it hasn't been two days, but I couldn't get to sleep last night.

 And Harry's not grumpy; he just sucks at being a parent.