Magnus had received his letter a week ago when he arrived at his new home. The woman was nice at least and her name was Agnes Regulas. That night after he had been settled in she came up the stairs beaming with pride. She handed him the letter and began to explain what he was and how he could do some of the mysterious things he opened up to her about when the letter was completely read. A wizard...That is how he could change his hair, eyes, and most anything about him. He had never used those things for his own gain except when he had ran away a year ago. It was why he couldn't explain how things disappeared or how he ended up back at home when a bully was about to beat him. His other homes just thought he was trouble or cursed. Finally he had answers that he had been wondering about. 

On the day he was to go to platform nine and three-quarters, he actually felt happy for the first time in a long time. He could finally be the not normal kid he wanted to be. He had his bags and everything on a trolley as he went through the barrier just as Agnes showed him. He saw everyone on the other side, the hustle and bustle of the crowd got him a little nervous and his hair started to shift colors. Agnes patted him on the back and his hair settled on an emerald green. She smiled at him and gave him and encouraging push towards the crowd. He got in line and gave his trolley over to a baggage man and boarded the train. He past by several compartments that were full, a couple that were half empty, and one that towards the back that. He smiled as he stood in the doorway. He sat down and looked out the window. Suddenly he heard screeching. A screech he knew all too well. His owl Merlin was having separation anxiety again and managed to wiggle through his cage and located Magnus. The owl screeched again outside the window. Magnus opened it and the owl flew in and nuzzled into his neck. Magnus had only had Merlin for about a week but him and the tiny owl had become the best of friends. Merlin hated his cage and hated being separate from his master. Finally the owl hoped onto his shoulder and sat there. If you could imagine an owl smiling Merlin was. Hopefully the conductor and maybe some of the teachers wouldn’t mind him sitting on his shoulder. Magnus’ hair finally settle back to its normal color and he sat there with Merlin waiting on the train to leave.