Commence the babble! Sorry for such a long hiatus between chapters. What with school and my crazed family during the holiday, I haven't have time to write. I wanna thank all of my followers for the sweet reviews. Y'all are the best! (Yes, I am Southern)
Well, I'll stop this babble-filled note. Read on, internet dwellers!
- Psionic Arsonist
Chapter 3:
Journey from Platform 9 ¾
A train whistle broke John from his reverie. He looked down at his ticket. It said that the Hogwarts Express left from Platform 9 ¾. John looked at the numbers posted on each pillar. There was only a bare pillar between Platform 9 and 10. John wished his mother was here with him; she was called in to the hospital. There was a strange plague sweeping through the nation, so the hospital was always short-staffed now.
John looked at his ticket again. The train left at 11 o'clock. It was 10:45. He only had fifteen minutes to figure out how to find the train. Also, he was garnering a lot of strange looks because of his massive trunk, and his owl, whom he'd named Moffat.
"Now, you must remember, you mustn't act superior to your teachers, even if you are, and don't curse your classmates..." John whirled around. Curse? He spotted two people walking up to the empty pillar between 9 and 10, the shorter of which had a hedgehog on his shoulder. John looked closer at the shorter. It was Sherlock, the prick from Madam Malkins!
The taller boy (John assumed this was Sherlock's brother) was still talking. "You go first. I don't want you to curse one of these muggles. Get on with it, then," he said, pushing Sherlock's trolley against the pillar. Sherlock huffed. "I wouldn't want to waste my energy on these muggles anyhow, Mycroft." With a scornful tilt of his head, and with the hedgehog still propped up on his shoulder, he walked straight into the pillar and disappeared. John opened his mouth in surprise. Where had Sherlock gone? Mycroft shook his head humorously. He pushed his own trolley against the pillar, and melted into the wall.
John walked apprehensively to the pillar. Was he supposed to say something? He decided to just rush the pillar. He took a deep breath and pushed his trolley hard into the wall, expecting to bounce off. He was a foot away from the wall when- he'd done it! A crimson train was right in front of him, bearing the words Hogwarts Express. There were lots of strange colors and smells wafting through the crowd in front of the train. John saw Sherlock and Mycroft disappear into the mass of people.
John looked nervously around. He took Moffat's cage and his trunk off the trolley and tried to heave it into the train. He almost fell over from the weight of it when a hand appeared on his trunk. The hand proceeded to help John raise the trunk onto the train floor. John gasped in relief. "Thanks mate," he said, looking up at the hand who helped him. "The name's Greg, but everyone calls me Lestrade. You a first year?" John nodded in affirmation. "Yeah, I thought so. I'm a fifth year. Me an' my mates have a compartment up here. Wanna come with?"
"Yeah, I'd be happy to. Thanks," John said, dragging his things behind him.
Well, there's the end of this chapter! I'm gonna post another chapter later tonight to make up for the long pause, so keep a finger on the refresh button. Leave a review or a PM if you wanna talk. Stopping my babble now. Laters!
-Psionic Arsonist