Platform 9 and 3 quarters was full of smoke as usual with many frantic parents and shouting students. Mrs. Potter was trying her best to run with her heels on while Mr. Potter dragged the luggages behind her.
"James" she yelled, calling for her only son. "James, sweety, the train's leaving soon!" But James was far away running gleefully through the crowd, taking it all in. He was finally going to Hogwarts! No more parents and curfews! He was going to do whatever he wants!
He stopped for a moment to take a breath and leaned against one of the pillars. Then a family caught his eye. The mother was dressed very fashionably in red with a large peacock hat and the father in a deep black coat, both looked very rich and dashing. There were two sons, one around his age wearing the Hogwarts robe the other, younger one, wearing a scowl.
The mother was talking to the kid his age, almost scolding him, but then she hugged him and held him tight, looking emotional. The father shook hands with him and then, as if he couldn't help it, hugged him as well, very awkwardly. James was amused, the parents acted nothing like his.
The train smoke started to billow more and the mother was rushing now to put the luggages on the train. But the kid didn't take any notice and hugged his younger brother tightly. The he sprinted up to the train. The younger brother started to cry and his father took him by the hand and admonished him while going back to the barrier.
"James!"
"Mom!" James laughed. He hugged his mother tightly and was bombarded by kisses. His father appeared too, his hair messy and face sweaty.
"I just dropped the luggages, but I had to beat off a hundred people first. Phew! Alright Jamey, this is it! Go get them!" He moved to join in the hug but the train started to move and James ran off and jumped on with a scream.
"But I didn't hug him" said Mr. Potter disappointedly. "James!" he screamed, "We'll see you Christmas!"
James waved enthusiastically at his parents until the train rounded off the corner and they were out of sight.