Kings Cross Train Station: Platform 9 ¾
Sunday, September 1
It was a tad chilly today, and before I departed from home one last time before the new semester I checked the weather and I was dressed in the proper attire for a fall day like this one. I was happy to be headed back to Hogwarts to finish off my studies. I was surprised to come back to the chaos and mess though.
I came prepared with my studies today, it is a briefcase, but my mother says it's a purse from a Micheal Kors designer. A mundane designer, but excellent work I might add—a Unique fashion perspective. I prefer pants over dresses and skirts or more feminine attire, but once in a blue moon I will wear a heel or add a pair of earrings and at most a little blush or eyeliner. I do prefer floor-length gowns though and maybe a corset once in a while.
But not much nonetheless. I have been told countless times that I do not act my age. Or rather, I am very mature for my age. When you grow up surrounded by studies and don't have many friends, you become secluded from yourself. I heard the train whistle blow & I knew it was my time to step on the train and make my journey back to the home of my studies.