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SEPTEMBER 1ST, 10:45 AM - PLATFORM 9 3/4, WAITING FOR HOGWARTS EXPRESS.
It was that time of year again, September first, the day all the young witches and wizards would return to Hogwarts to begin another year of enriched education. The air was crisp, a beautiful fall morning, but it's not like the weather outside would effect the children - it was exactly 10:45 AM, and in exactly fifteen minutes, the Hogwarts express would pull away with train cars full of excited and nervous first years, full of old friends greeting one another after a particularly warm summer, full of nostalgia for those who have become familiar with the routine of September first.
The platform was full of children and their parents alike, first years clung to their mothers like their life depended on it, second years excitedly stood next to one another, third and fourth years acted way too cool to be seen with their parents (they were fourteen, who needed parents!), while fifth and sixth years chatted among one another. The seventh years looked across the platform with a certain sense of seniority and nostalgia, who could blame them? Life was hectic for wizarding families today, but the good kind of hectic, the hectic of falling into a new routine. Platform 9 3/4 was alive with anticipation.
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Silver blue eyes scanned the platform, hovering close to her father, as if she was looking for someone in particular - when in reality she was looking for some friendly faces. Particularly her partner in 'crime' (he committed the crimes while she tried to clean it up afterwards), Alex Weasley (a Malfoy and a Weasley, best friends? Ha!), but the bustle of the busy train station was far too chaotic for her to seek her fellow Slytherin friend, and she could only frown disdainfully. If he was around, he'd find her - her hair was practically white, after all - and he was much taller than she. Even in heels, Historia could barely look over the crowds of fifth and sixth years.
Without her friend by her side, anxiety grew clear on her pretty features, and her father seemed to notice. "Nervous, Historia?" Came the voice next to her, and she ran a hand through her hair, toying with the ends of it as she smiled sheepishly.
"I'm ashamed to say a little, yes," She responded, glancing up at her father, "I don't know why, maybe it's just my breakfast. Do omelettes usually cause anxiety? I'm sure they do for me. I usually don't get butterflies when I eat, for example, waffles. I should've had waffles for breakfast. Oh dear, what if I get sick on the train? What if they throw me out before we get to Hogwarts because Historia Malfoy wouldn't stop throwing up? My life would be ruined. I'd have to drop out and become a beggar. Beggars don't get to wear cute clothing, dad, I'll have to sell my shoes--" She was rambling awfully, but thankfully, Draco had both learned to deal with her panicked rambles and shut it down.
"You're not going to throw up on the train, Historia. And if you do, they won't throw you off of it." He said with amusement, and Historia swallowed hard.
"And what if I puke on a cute boy?"
"You shouldn't be worrying about boys." Came the curt reply. Historia giggled, doing a little sway on her feet. As she got her words out of her system, she seemed to settle down, if just a little.
"You're right, I will be fine. Hogwarts is blessed to have me." She said, lifting her chin to the air as if challenging the school itself. Draco chuckled, amused by the routine they have created every September first. Historia shuffled slightly, somehow absorbing comfort from the clack of her heels against the floor, still looking for a familiar face.
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Why was he thinking about this now? He didn't know, he should be more focused on actual school rather than what comes after, especially when he had, technically, two years left. There was no point in worrying about it now, that was for sure. Jasper just shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, hovering close to his three siblings despite not speaking to them. He was tired, after all, he hadn't gotten up this 'early' since his last year at Hogwarts. Once the summer came, he developed a sleeping habit along the lines of nocturnal, so it was only logical that he yawned every two seconds. His mother made a comment about his lack of sleep numerous times, but her complaints fell on deaf ears. Jasper was never truly responsible.
"I wonder if anyone would notice if I jumped off the train - would you guys cover for me? I could run into the woods and live with the centaurs." He mused, speaking out loud to none of his siblings in particular, just wanting to make noise for the sake of not falling over dead. Jasper moved to lean against his luggage, nearly knocking the whole cart over, and sending a very offended orange tabby to the ground.
The cat gave an annoyed, low meow at his owner, and Jasper clicked his tongue, scooping the cat up despite it's protests. "I'm sorry Scooter, I wanted to put you in a crate, but no, you're too good for my crates, aren't you?" He mused in an annoyingly high pitched voice, and the cat just glared at him despite the fact Jasper was scratching him under the chin. Obviously, affection wasn't enough to please Scooter. He huffed, setting the grumpy tom back onto the piles of his luggage, before looking around. He was looking for good friends, like all students were, a certain Potter, mostly. He had some catching up to do.
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