First Year is a Magical One (cvetxsonca)
Merida pushed her cart of luggage down the station's walkway, looking for some platform called 9 ¾ which made absolutely no sense to the red head. Though, suddenly waking up and being able to light her father's beard on fire didn't make a whole lot of sense either, until she had received an acceptance letter into Hogwarts's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Let's just say she required a full explanation from her parents with guilty faces saying that Merida was in fact a witch.
The next week involved a lot of packing, shopping for school supplies, and a bit of guidance of her new found abilities. She was not allowed to preform any magic in the mundane world, but was given a few pointers on how to control her magic so no more beards caught on fire thankfully.
Platform 9, platform 10, but no 9 ¾. Merida was about to give up and call it all a cruel prank that the boys had set upon her, when she was then rudely pulled out of the way as boy came running past where she was just standing and slammed into one of the many columns. Except he didn't go sprawling like Merida had anticipated, instead he had vanished right through! "W-Wot?!" She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
Well, the ¾ made sense now. No one but her had seemed to notice the strange disappearance, so she assumed it must be protected by magic. Merida aligned her cart with the pillar and then sprinted as fast as she could straight at the brick column. Still suspecting of a new found headache, and mouth tasting like brick, Merida was pleasantly surprised as she found herself in a whole new part of the train station. This one with kids of all ages pushing around carts similar to her own, and boarding the locomotive train.
She checked in her luggage, and then boarded the train. Many students were wearing robes, which Merida was not. Hopefully it didn't matter. She entered one of the compartments to find a blonde girl about her age sitting inside. Before the red head could excuse herself and find her own compartment, the whistle of the train, and the yell of a man about finding a seat forced her to stay inside the room with the stranger.
"Eh, hi there. Are these seats free? Kinda new 'ere, and tat man back there looks as if he swallowed a tree." Merida gave the girl an awkward grin.
