Hairy finally reached the train station with a lot of weird stares. He got
a little lost because he couldn't find platform 9 ¾
"Excuse me sir!" he yelled at a police officer, "do you know where platform 9 ¾ is?"
"Ok," he said sarcastically, "You follow the flying pig down that corridor and when you get to the giant waterfall you get on the hover car until you reach the land of chocolate, then give £3 to the talking penguin and he'll let you pass"
Hairy remembered his instructions but couldn't find the pig or the waterfall or anything else he described. He gave up sat miserably on a stair. It was only 10 minutes later that he realized a ginger-haired boy was staring at him.
"What do you want??" he asked
"Y-y-you have the.. Y-y-y-your H-h-h-airy peter?"
"Yeh, so what?"
"You're only like the most amazingly sad person in the whole world!"
"I know. It's kinda depressing living with my relatives," "No I didn't mean it like that," Hairy ignored him
"Where's platform 9 ¾?"
"What!!?? Hairy you're going totally mental. Are you glasses broken?" "Excuse me, er-"
"Ron"
"Well Ron! I can clearly see that the ticket says," he looked carefully at the ticket "Platform 9 at 3.40pm, let's go we're gonna be late!"
The train they rode was a perfectly normal boring train with normal boring seats and normal boring people. Hairy and Ron talked for a while about Hair because that, of course was the reason for this trip to the Hoghairs School of hairdressing and wizardry was to cut hair. Hairy asked Ron how he was accepted to the school because he never applied and he'd never even heard of the place.
"To get into the school," Ron dictated, "You need to have an unusual hairstyle and certain skills for cutting hair,"
"Well, I've never cut hair in my life!"
"Well you're a worldwide phenomenon with your natural pink afro! You don't need any skills or talent at all!"
"Too right I'm a right thicko!"
"Hey, we're almost there," said Ron. He was right. Hairy looked out the window and saw the most amazing thing he'd ever seen in his life.
"Excuse me sir!" he yelled at a police officer, "do you know where platform 9 ¾ is?"
"Ok," he said sarcastically, "You follow the flying pig down that corridor and when you get to the giant waterfall you get on the hover car until you reach the land of chocolate, then give £3 to the talking penguin and he'll let you pass"
Hairy remembered his instructions but couldn't find the pig or the waterfall or anything else he described. He gave up sat miserably on a stair. It was only 10 minutes later that he realized a ginger-haired boy was staring at him.
"What do you want??" he asked
"Y-y-you have the.. Y-y-y-your H-h-h-airy peter?"
"Yeh, so what?"
"You're only like the most amazingly sad person in the whole world!"
"I know. It's kinda depressing living with my relatives," "No I didn't mean it like that," Hairy ignored him
"Where's platform 9 ¾?"
"What!!?? Hairy you're going totally mental. Are you glasses broken?" "Excuse me, er-"
"Ron"
"Well Ron! I can clearly see that the ticket says," he looked carefully at the ticket "Platform 9 at 3.40pm, let's go we're gonna be late!"
The train they rode was a perfectly normal boring train with normal boring seats and normal boring people. Hairy and Ron talked for a while about Hair because that, of course was the reason for this trip to the Hoghairs School of hairdressing and wizardry was to cut hair. Hairy asked Ron how he was accepted to the school because he never applied and he'd never even heard of the place.
"To get into the school," Ron dictated, "You need to have an unusual hairstyle and certain skills for cutting hair,"
"Well, I've never cut hair in my life!"
"Well you're a worldwide phenomenon with your natural pink afro! You don't need any skills or talent at all!"
"Too right I'm a right thicko!"
"Hey, we're almost there," said Ron. He was right. Hairy looked out the window and saw the most amazing thing he'd ever seen in his life.