𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, draco malfoy

02. troublesome

Kimberly, with her cart of her baggage, equipment and pet, walks beside Hagrid. A couple look at Hagrid, frightened by his size. "What're you looking at? Muggles keep on looking at me ever since I'm here."

"Muggles? What's that? Food?" Hagrid sighed, "Muggles is a person who lacks any sort of magical ability and was not born in a magical family. Muggles can also be described as people who do not have any magical blood inside them. I swear, you better sleep and fill your stomach in the train, Kimberly." She giggles at him. He then checks the watch.

"Blimey, is that the time? Sorry, Kimberly, I'm gonna have to leave you. I needs to see someone. Now, uh, your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here's your ticket."

"Don't lose it. It's very important. Stick to your ticket," Hagrid's voice resonated with a solemnity that caught Kimberly's attention, his words weighted with significance as he handed her the small slip of paper. With a sense of reverence, she accepted the ticket, her fingers tracing the familiar creases and folds that marked its surface. Drawing it closer, she scrutinized the details printed upon it, her brow furrowing with confusion as she attempted to decipher its cryptic message. "Uh, Hagrid," she began tentatively, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she turned to address the towering figure before her, "I think this ticket is wrong... Platform 9¾? There's no such thing... unless we go through the wall." Her words hung in the air like a challenge, daring Hagrid to provide an explanation for the seemingly absurd destination printed upon the ticket.

As she looked up expectantly, however, she found herself met with an empty space where Hagrid had stood just moments before. Frowning in confusion, Kimberly scanned the bustling crowd in search of her companion, her heart pounding with a sudden sense of unease. It was as if Hagrid had vanished into thin air, leaving her standing alone amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowded station. With a deep breath, she clutched the ticket tightly in her hand, its significance suddenly weighing heavily upon her.

"Hagrid?" Kimberly's voice echoed through the bustling platform, her eyes scanning the sea of faces in search of her towering companion. Yet, to her dismay, there was no sign of the familiar half-giant amidst the throng of bustling travelers. Feeling a pang of anxiety gnawing at her chest, she furrowed her brow in frustration, the weight of uncertainty pressing down upon her like a heavy burden. Hopelessly, she began to make her way down the narrow lane between the stationary trains, her footsteps echoing softly against the cold, hard ground. With each passing moment, her sense of unease only deepened, the absence of her trusted friend leaving her feeling adrift in a sea of strangers.

Lost in her thoughts, Kimberly was suddenly jolted from her reverie as a boy with round glasses came rushing by, nearly colliding with her cart in his haste. "Hey!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and annoyance as she watched him dart past her without so much as a backward glance. "S–sorry," the boy stammered, his words barely audible above the din of the bustling platform, before disappearing into the crowd, leaving Kimberly in a state of dumbfounded bewilderment. "Boys," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head in exasperation at the encounter. In that moment, amidst the chaos and confusion of the crowded station, Kimberly couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration at the unpredictability of the world around her, and a longing for the familiar comfort of Hagrid's reassuring presence by her side.

"Platform 9¾... Platform 9¾..." She read her ticket along with searching for her train. "Hello, kid. Are you lost?" She turns her head to the security who is asking her. "Actually yes, uh can you tell me where I might find Platform 9¾ ?" He looks at her weirdly. "You're the second kid asking me about this nonexistent Platform 9¾. Is this kind of joke? Think you're being funny, do ya?" without wasting his time, he walks off. She sighs in defeat.