Here it is, part two. Another muggle perspective at the train station.
Disclaimer: I don't mention names, but if I had, I wouldn't own them.
How odd. A small boy just asked someone where to find Platform 9 ¾. Is this some sort of practical joke? It doesn't look like it. The boy looks so troubled, and lost. Is he alone? He couldn't be any older then 11. I couldn't imagine someone leaving a boy alone here, it's much too dangerous, well, perhaps not as dangerous as it was 10 years ago, but still, not safe. I should help him – O, no, wait, is that his mother? No, I don't think so, she has enough children of her own, I believe I count five, wait no, four. I could've sworn there were five of them a minute ago….. Two more just vanished! Well, no, not vanish, they couldn't have. I need a new prescription. I'll miss my train at this rate. I hope that boy's OK. Wait, where'd he go? They're gone, all of them. O my, I need to lie down; I'm much too old for this nonsense.
Well, another short one. Tell me what you think!