Platform nine and three quarters.
Well, I'm finally out. This morning was the first time the boy had even taken me out my box, only for him shove me into his back pocket when his oaf of an uncle barged in and barked at him that it was time to go, (Seriously, barked! I'm not sure this Muggle is strictly human!) I long for the day when the boy will actually be able to transfigure his whale of an uncle into the animal that he is. Not that the brat would though, I don't think this kid could hurt a fly. Bet you anything he ends up in Huffelpuff.
Anyhow, one long car ride later (It had been especially terrible thanks to that demon pigeon) and we had arrived at the train station. The Muggles dropped the boy off and stayed only long enough for the whal- I mean the boy's uncle- to load a trolley with the kid's trunk, push it inside, and not so kindly point out that the platform listed on the Brat's ticket- wasn't there. Then, one of the most horrid Muggles I have ever had the displeasure of meeting, got back into his car, and drove away. Leaving the kid alone to search for platform nine and three quarters all by himself. Honestly, I don't know who I dislike more, that Muggle who was an utter arse to the Boy, or the half brained half-giant who forgot to tell him how to find ruddy platform! Not that I didn't enjoy watching the boy look around the station like lost little lamb -that was funny- but still...
The Brat eventually stopped one of the guards and asked if he knew how to get to Hogwarts. He didn't. He did, however, seem to have a low patience for annoying children. And he eventually walked off muttering about time wasters.
For a moment it seemed as if the boy was about to start panicking, and, well- So was I. I had to get back to the magical world, and soon. Wands need magic, it is literally ingrained into our very cores. And without it, well we're just fancy looking sticks then aren't we? The thought, (No matter how unreasonable it may have been) that I would be trapped in the Muggle world for eternity, frighten me. I was seriously debating letting loose a few sparks to work as a Wizard homing beacon when-
"-Packed with Muggles, of course-"
Wizards! A whole herd of them! Freckled redheaded Wizards! (I'm am not going to explain how I know the color of their hair, but just so you know, you don't need to have eyes to be able to see) Thankfully the brat followed them, and when they stopped, so did he. There were six of them in all, a woman, four boys and a little girl, wonderful.
The Brat watched as the oldest boy disappeared into the crowd, then two of the older boys, (Twins it seemed) joked around with their mother before running straight into the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Ah, so that's how it's done, forgive me, but despite my age, I probably know little more than the brat when it comes to Wizarding schools, and even then, most of my knowledge is most likely out dated.
"Excuse me," The Brat said, finally going up the woman.
"Hello, dear," She said. "First time at Hogwarts?-"
Forgive me, but I zoned out then, it seems one of the older boys had a mahogany wand… Nasty bugger. At some point the woman must have told the brat what to do, because the next thing I knew, he had pushed his trolley through the barrier and there we were- Platform nine and three quarters.