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It would have been easy for barely eleven, rather tiny Emma Snow to get lost in the crowd as she was dropped off at the King's Cross. The place was bustling, and everyone seemed to be rushing to their destination. She was all alone, too. Her father had been out of town filming and her mother was in the middle of an important case, so it was all up to her to figure out how this so-called Platform 9 ¾ worked and where it was located. It wasn't like this was any different from usual, though; her parents were always too busy to share little moments like this with her. She was used to it.

Upon arriving inside, Emma had asked the officer at the front of the station for directions, but he had merely given her a look of disdain and began to shoo her away, mumbling something about not wanting to mingle with abnormal creatures. He was about to leave, but she had tugged at the man's shirt and looked up at him with slightly watery puppy dog eyes. She started sniffling, and that was all it took to change his mind. The officer begrudgingly led her there and even pushed her trolley for her.

"Thank you, sir," she said, smiling sweetly. The officer grumbled and gave her a noncommittal nod before walking away.

Emma's smile vanished as soon as she was no longer in the officer's field of vision. She stood a few feet away from the platform, watching as other students went through, her lips curving into a small pout. Now, getting a surprised visit from someone who claimed to be a magical Professor in some magical school and having him tell her she was magical, despite not having any known descendant with such capabilities (though it wasn't like they were close with their family, anyway), was exciting. It explained all those eccentricities that were all too common in her childhood and introduced her to an entirely new world to explore. Her trip to Diagon Alley was fun; she had gone there alone, but she left with a handful of new friends afterward, including the most adorable spoiled cat ever. After all that buildup, of course she expected more, like super secret passageways that need specific wand movements and incantation to unlock. But so far, getting onto the train seemed a little underwhelming. It was all a lot less grand than she would have liked, though she supposed going in between two platforms was a cute touch. 

Shrugging, Emma followed after an older student who had just been roughly elbowed. Huh. So magical people could get bullied too. She thought they would just use magic to settle things, but it seems some things weren't as different in the wizarding world as she thought. Going through the platform was as adequate as she imagined—nothing too exciting, but still a new experience. Unlike the other students, her steps were slow and deliberate, and she lingered momentarily in between, just to see what it would be like. The other side of the platform was just as bustling, crowded with teary-eyed parents saying goodbye to their children, and after she had gotten her luggage all set, she was quickly being ushered onto Hogwarts Express.

The train was already filled with students of all ages, and even more were filing in, looking for seats. Emma passed by one compartment that had seemed like an aviary, although she supposed she was exaggerating. There were only like, two birds. She thought of joining in, to get a head start and find new friends, but as her Monty started clawing at his cage, seemingly eager to jump out at the raven, she knew it might not be the best idea. Emma instead turned to the compartment just across, which had only one other student inside.