Disclaimer: I still don't own anything, except Adwen ; )

The dawn light found Minnie hiding under her covers, taking one last look at her spell books before she tucked them into her trunk. She walked into the kitchen where her mother had already started making breakfast and leaned against the counter. She had thought about asking her mother what school would be like, but that would just be silly, her mother never attended a school like Hogwarts before. She had decided not to talk much about it, knowing she would probably be annoying her parents, and that just wouldn't do before she left for a whole term.

They ate breakfast with barely a word spoken. Minnie's mother and father had talked most of the night about what future Minnie would have with her newly acknowledged abilities. They had agreed to embrace and accept this discovery as a talent, and indeed they were proud of their daughter's unique traits. Breakfast was quickly finished and Minnie went back upstairs to attend to her things and make sure everything was set for the train ride.

They arrived on Platform 9 where they were met with Professor Flitwick who quickly explained the barrier to Platform 9 ¾ and how it closed promptly so not to be late, and quickly walked through the wall. Minnie's hand tightened around her mother's. "Oh there has to be an easier way!" she protested. Her father was the first to go, leading the trolley with her things, followed closely by her mother, and lastly herself.

They were greeted by the smell of burning coal stoked in the furnace of the scarlet engine of the Hogwarts Express. There was such an air of excitement on Platform 9 ¾ that Minnie couldn't help but smile even though she was scared to death. She held her parents' hands firmly as they walked to the passenger cars. She looked up and down the platform, seeing her fellow students, most for the first time save the few she saw while she acquired her things in Hogsmeade Village. Professor Flitwick melted into the ocean of students, their parents, and teachers. "Mother, father, I will miss you so much! I promise to write every day, well, every week." She hugged her parents tight and kissed them before climbing into one of the cars, her white cat clutched in her arms.

She walked down the crowded corridors of the train and settled down in an empty compartment. She looked down at her sleeping cat, who she lovingly named Adwen and stroked her head between her ears. After a few moments, and many times waving back to her parents still standing on the platform, a girl with mousy brown hair and round glasses peeked in.

"Do you mind if I sit with you? I don't know many people around here, and they don't like me anyway," she let a few tears fall down her cheek and quickly wiped them away and looked hopeful to Minnie.

"People can be downright rotten sometimes, sure, you can sit with me. I'm Minerva McGonagall , friends call me Minnie." She smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear. The whistle of the train blew suddenly and a sense of hurriedness filled the train. As the students streamed into the train, the girl at the door was shoved into the compartment.

"Ugh, lovely crowd. I'm Myrtle." She sat down across from Minnie as the train gave a lurch. Minnie waved to her parents one last time before the train picked up speed, headed north.

Adwen (pronounced AD-wen) is welsh for white.