The entire time she shopped in Diagon Alley, Margaery Tyrell wondered how many people had been in her position. She knew it wasn't everyday that Hogwarts allowed students to transfer from rival schools, and she thanked her lucky graces her parents had been friends with the headmaster there. When she'd discovered her father had been transferred to the Ministry of Magic in Great Britian, her heart broke at the thought of leaving her academics and friends behind. There was nothing she could do about her friends; they'd resolved to write to one another, sharing their experiences and keeping their friendships alive as best they could. But school was starting now, and she'd found herself being invited to the British magical academy with open arms. It truly was comforting knowing that her education would continue.
After purchasing all her books, equipment, and a cute little white kitty she'd take to school with her, Margaery spent the next couple days getting to know some of the students she attend Hogwarts with. Almost everyone was excited about starting their own school year, and with their excitement, she found it difficult to try and make new friends. Those she did talk to had nothing but good things to say about her new school, about their houses, and little else.
When finally the first of September came, Margaery found herself standing at King's Cross Station, staring at platforms nine and ten. She had a cart full of luggage, and the muggles kept giving her glances of disapproval. Desperately wanting to ask about the Hogwarts Express, but not wanting to inquire to the wrong person, she waited around until she noticed people
disappearing. Right into the wall! It was with a smile that she followed their lead, closing her eyes as she came into the wall, but to her relief, she continued on through.
The platform was cramped with bustling students and families saying their farewells. It saddened her that her own parents weren't here to see her off, but there was nothing to be done about that. Her parents had to work as well, and she was a big girl; she could take care of herself.
After storing her things away, she managed to find a spot on the train with no people. She shuffled inside and closed the door behind her, watching everyone panic as the train's engine began to whistle. Soon, the train was on its way, platform 9 3/4 disappearing from view as they turned around a bend.
This is it, she thought, setting her kitty, Lord Snow, upon the seat in front of her and digging around her bag for a book.
Hogwarts, A History.