Chapter 3 : King's Cross
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“RINA-BO-BINA, GET UP NOW! WE’RE ABOUT TO MISS THE TRAIN!”
“What?” I cried, leaping out of my warm, cozy bed.
I swear I was a ninja in my past life.
“JUST KIDDING, WE STILL HAVE TWO HOURS,” my younger brother Noah cackled, running out of the room. “LOVE YOU SIS!”
What a charming bloke he is.
“What eez with all ze screaming, my dear?” my beautiful mum questioned from my doorway.
“Noah,” I grumbled groggily.
“’Nough said, sweetie pie,” my dad said, kissing my mum’s cheek from behind her.
PDA first thing in the morning. Lovely. They couldn’t even wait three more hours before I leave for Hogwarts.
“Got your trunk ready?” my father asked, walking away before I could even open my mouth to reply.
Yup, nice to know you care, dad.
“Do you ‘ave your socks?” my mum asked, bustling around my room, tidying anything she could lay her perfectly manicured hands on.
“And your broomstick?”
“All your books?”
“Oui, maman.” I rolled my eyes.
“And ze new thongs I bought you?”
For the love of Merlin. Insert palm to forehead here.
“OUI, MAMAN,” I said exasperatedly.
“I am jus’ checking!” With a flick of her wand, my trunk followed her out of the room. Bless Merlin. I closed my door behind them.
After an hour of getting ready, I went to look at myself in the mirror one last time before leaving. My long, dark loose curls cascaded down my back and my long, thick eyelashes framed my blue eyes. My cheeks were slightly rosy, and my full lips were glossy. I was wearing an off-white, satin tank top with a long grey cardigan, black leggings, and tall brown boots that had a slight heel. I looked like a million bucks, courtesy of my mother.
Yeah, I’m serious; my dear mum chose my outfit.
See, if I had things my way, I'd just be wearing jeans and a simple shirt right now.
“Rina! Breakfast!” my dad called from the dining room below.
I quickly grabbed the last few of my belongings and shoved them into my leather bag.
“GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER RINA,” Noah yelled up the stairs. I refrained myself from rolling my eyes and hollering back at him.
I stole one last glance at my empty bedroom before shutting the door and racing down the stairs. I got to the dining room and saw that a glorious petit dejeuner awaited me. (My mum is French after all.)
After my family and I devoured the delicious meal, my dad took the trunks outside where we met the three Potter children enduring another one of Ginny Weasley’s wraths.
I watched my dad and Harry Potter load up the car with all of our trunks. We almost always go to King’s Cross together where we would then meet up with the rest of the Wotter clan. After ten minutes of last minute packing, we were off.
Harry had casted the extension charm on the car, thank Merlin, so I sat comfortably in between James and Albus, mainly to prevent their brotherly bickering on the way to King’s Cross. Well that and the fact that Albus is in Slytherin whilst James is in Gryffindor. Let's just say that they have a love-hate relationship.
We arrived at King’s Cross with plenty of time left. Our two families bobbed through the thick crowd of muggles. Trolleys in tow, we made our way to Platform 9 ¾. I immediately recognized the flaming red heads in the distance.
From behind me, Lily Potter went running into Hugo Weasley’s arms. I, on the other hand, flew into Rose Weasley’s arms. Together we fell onto the floor laughing, right as Scorpius Malfoy and his father sauntered by.
Hmm, isn’t that ironic?
Scorpius threw us an odd look and then went to give Albus a bro-hug. What a cute bromance.
Beside me, Rose was blushing so hard that her face resembled the colour of a tomato and I could literally feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. No joke. Nevertheless, it was kind of cute. She’s completely head-over-heels for Scorpius. She just won't admit it yet.
Rose and I are close friends, even though we’re not in the same year. We’ve always had a unique bond due to the fact that we both share a natural talent for being smart. I don’t enjoy being a prat about it so I usually keep my high grades on the down low. Rose, on the other hand, shows off her abundance of knowledge rather openly, to the annoyance of many. Not that she really cares. Oddly enough, we’re both Gryffindors and don’t reside in Ravenclaw where smarts are valued upon everything else. We’re not complaining though.
As I finally managed to stand up, I saw another one of my closest friends: Fred Weasley. I could not refrain myself from running into his toned muscular arms as well. He scooped me up and twirled me around a few times before placing my feet back onto the firm ground.
“How’s little Rina?” he asked grinning smugly.
“Good, but not little. Speaking of which, you look good!”
Standing back, I took in his appearance that I had not seen in quite some time. This was because Freddie, his older sister Roxanne—or Roxy as we call her—and their parents George and Angelina Weasley had gone on vacation to Spain for the whole summer. So basically, this was the first time I had seen him since the first week of the summer holidays.
Boy did he look good though. His black hair was casually messy, but in a put together type of way, and his smile was wide and his teeth gleamed white. He wore a white v-neck that showed off his impressive muscles. His usual dark olive skin was even more tanned from the Spain sun. Overall he looked handsome.
“Thanks brah; and by bra I’m referring to the one you’re wearing!” he smirked while winking.
“What a beautiful chocolate man!” James interrupted in a high girly voice from behind me.
“What did you just say Jamesie?” Angelina Weasley said, coming up from behind him and attacking him with kisses.
“GERROFF ME, WOMAN!” James cried, but Angelina resisted.
Angelina had always been one of my favourite Weasley adults. I think it’s because she has an easygoing and loving nature when it come to others, kind of like me. At the same time though, she’s also fairly strict and is never afraid to use her stern yelling voice to scold her children and husband when they cause trouble. Which they do. A lot. Trust me. After all, her husband George Weasley is the prankster legend. I mean come on; he owns his own joke shop.
“Hello Angelina,” I smiled at her as she continued to embarrass James with all her hugs and kisses.
“RINA!” a very high piercing scream came from behind me.
I turned round and came face to face with one of my oldest friends (besides James), Dominique Weasley. She stood before me looking down with her brilliant brown Weasley eyes, which belonged to her father Bill. Her long blonde hair was wavy and she wore a blue sundress with sparkly heels. Don’t get me wrong, she looked great, but she clearly aimed to seek attention when she had decided to put that outfit on. Not that that was unusual. She always dressed in a manner that screamed, “Oi! Look at me!” and there was nothing I, or anyone for that matter, could do to change it. Dom, as she prefers to be called, is rather stubborn; which is probably one of the reasons why the Sorting Hat placed her in Slytherin.
Unlike my dear friend Rosie, Dom and I are both in the same year at Hogwarts. The only reason we actually manage to stay close throughout all of the Gryffindor verses Slytherin rivalry is due to the fact that our French mothers have been best friends since they attended Beauxbatons together as children.
“YOU LOOK BLOODY BRILLIANT! WHAT THE HELL?!” she screamed in my face like a banshee while batting her thick, long black eyelashes at me.
I took a few steps back and tried to maintain calm. “Why. Are. You. Screaming. In. My. Face?”
“Oh, right sorry love. It’s just – I can’t believe you picked out this outfit! By yourself, you know. It’s all very unlike you to not be wearing jeans a ratty t-shirt, you know?”
Ouch. “Thanks Dom,” I said sarcastically, a smile playing at my lips. Typical Dom. She’s blunt, eh? “Don’t worry though, my mother picked it.”
“Oh, that makes more sense! I just mean that you look, well, almost better than me,” she said clearly a little surprised.
I know. She has issues, that one, but I deal with her Slytherin qualities anyway. Probably because we’ve known each other since we were babies, when we would have play dates together at her house, Shell Cottage.
“Dom, my dear cousin, it amazes me you have any friends at all,” James interjected, placing one of his arms around my shoulder, having successfully escaped his Aunt. His hair was always messy, but right now it looked absolutely wild after that scuffle.
“James, don’t be such a git! Haters gonna hate!” And with that, she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and her tall figure of 5’8 disappeared into the thick smoke now emerging from the train.
The train would be departing shortly, so with James’ arm still around me, we said our last goodbyes to the Wotters and my parents. Luckily Harry and my dad had our trunks and owl cages already loaded onto the train, which allowed us to freely board the train to find an open compartment.
As we walked down the train to find our compartment I could not help but feel a mix of emotions. I always got like this whilst on the train. It was me trying to deal with leaving my parents, while also being overly excited about going back to my favourite place on the planet: Hogwarts.
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