Gish_Sky
Senior Member
For Jason “Jace” Asher, Hogwarts meant a whole new world. Fascinating hallways with mysterious classrooms scattered across a castle that once possibly housed a king. Mysterious beasts in a forest that was forbidden, yet teeming with mystery. Best of all, Hogwarts meant Quidditch teams that mattered and a path into the world of professional Quidditch. Quidditch was everything, if you asked the 11 year old boy.
His cousins, his friends, his family members…. All of them had spoken about the crimson locomotive that carried students to the previous haven of magical learning. They all spoke about the strange piece of wall, the sensation of crashing into it, and coming out the other end, amazed to find themselves at another train platform in awe.
Watching his parents sprinkle a handful of green sand into his home‘s fireplace, Jace took a step forwards.
“King’s Cross Station!” the boy said with a confident air, stepping into the green flames. The flames engulfed him and he found himself standing outside a bustling train station. Turning around, he saw his beaming parents, who were carrying his luggage.
”Did you remember your underwear?“ his mother, a tall and slender woman, asked. Jace nodded sheepishly. He remembered the one time they had gone on vacation, to Egypt, for the Quidditch World Cup. Out of excitement, he had forgotten to pack his own underwear.
His father, a strong and hulking figure, placed a hand on his small son‘s shoulder, before giving him a little squeeze.
”You didn’t happen to bring your broom along, did ya?“ he asked jokingly. Jace shook his head, hoping that his father couldn’t see through the lie. Yes, brooms were banned at Hogwarts, but flying on a slow and old broom for several months? Jace just couldn’t bear to see his Firebolt Supreme sit at home, all alone. It had been a Christmas present from last year and Jace remembered riding the broom with his father, to get a feel for it, before zooming around an empty field, his shrieks of joy being heard miles away.
As his family walked towards this strange piece of wall, Jace took over his luggage from his parents, loading them into a cart. He was a bit nervous, constantly staring at the piece of empty wall. Platform 9 3/4. What if he crashed into Platform 9 1/2?
Bracing for impact, the boy ran into the wall. A cheesy grin on his face, he could hear the chatter of the King’s Cross Station fade away, as he moved through the wall and the harmonious chatter of fellow witches and wizards enter his ears. Opening his eyes, he looked around and saw many wizarding families all around him.
After greeting a few family friends, Jace heard the toot of the train. Looking at his parents, he gave them a hug. Soon, he found himself being whisked away by the crowd, into the crimson locomotive known as the Hogwarts Express.
As the crowd dwindled in the hallways, Jace peeks into each compartment curiously, looking at the occupants. Were any of them Quidditch fans? Quidditch players? Future Slytherin housemates? Jace found himself slightly disappointed that there weren’t any. Maybe they’d come to him!
Spotting an empty compartment ahead, Jace scrambled to secure the compartment, lugging his luggage behind him in a rushed manner, before plopping down on a seat. Jace could see it now. Jace Asher, a Quidditch legend at Hogwarts. 7x House Quidditch Cup winner. 7x MVP. Sitting up straight, he awaited his first possible friend, hoping that their friendship would be legendary. After all, according to his family, the bestest of friends met on the Hogwarts Express on a cool September 1st morning.
His cousins, his friends, his family members…. All of them had spoken about the crimson locomotive that carried students to the previous haven of magical learning. They all spoke about the strange piece of wall, the sensation of crashing into it, and coming out the other end, amazed to find themselves at another train platform in awe.
Watching his parents sprinkle a handful of green sand into his home‘s fireplace, Jace took a step forwards.
“King’s Cross Station!” the boy said with a confident air, stepping into the green flames. The flames engulfed him and he found himself standing outside a bustling train station. Turning around, he saw his beaming parents, who were carrying his luggage.
”Did you remember your underwear?“ his mother, a tall and slender woman, asked. Jace nodded sheepishly. He remembered the one time they had gone on vacation, to Egypt, for the Quidditch World Cup. Out of excitement, he had forgotten to pack his own underwear.
His father, a strong and hulking figure, placed a hand on his small son‘s shoulder, before giving him a little squeeze.
”You didn’t happen to bring your broom along, did ya?“ he asked jokingly. Jace shook his head, hoping that his father couldn’t see through the lie. Yes, brooms were banned at Hogwarts, but flying on a slow and old broom for several months? Jace just couldn’t bear to see his Firebolt Supreme sit at home, all alone. It had been a Christmas present from last year and Jace remembered riding the broom with his father, to get a feel for it, before zooming around an empty field, his shrieks of joy being heard miles away.
As his family walked towards this strange piece of wall, Jace took over his luggage from his parents, loading them into a cart. He was a bit nervous, constantly staring at the piece of empty wall. Platform 9 3/4. What if he crashed into Platform 9 1/2?
Bracing for impact, the boy ran into the wall. A cheesy grin on his face, he could hear the chatter of the King’s Cross Station fade away, as he moved through the wall and the harmonious chatter of fellow witches and wizards enter his ears. Opening his eyes, he looked around and saw many wizarding families all around him.
After greeting a few family friends, Jace heard the toot of the train. Looking at his parents, he gave them a hug. Soon, he found himself being whisked away by the crowd, into the crimson locomotive known as the Hogwarts Express.
As the crowd dwindled in the hallways, Jace peeks into each compartment curiously, looking at the occupants. Were any of them Quidditch fans? Quidditch players? Future Slytherin housemates? Jace found himself slightly disappointed that there weren’t any. Maybe they’d come to him!
Spotting an empty compartment ahead, Jace scrambled to secure the compartment, lugging his luggage behind him in a rushed manner, before plopping down on a seat. Jace could see it now. Jace Asher, a Quidditch legend at Hogwarts. 7x House Quidditch Cup winner. 7x MVP. Sitting up straight, he awaited his first possible friend, hoping that their friendship would be legendary. After all, according to his family, the bestest of friends met on the Hogwarts Express on a cool September 1st morning.