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[center][h2][b]Platform 9 3/4[/b][/h2][/center]
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[i]The Hogwarts Express[/i]. A large steam-powered locomotive train that dutifully carries students too and from Hogwarts at the start and end of every school term. The express is the mainstay of platform 9 3/4, being the only train that comes and goes through it. Throughout the year's many students of all shapes and sizes have boarded this train, eagerly awaiting their arrival to the famous Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. 

Today is September 1st, the start of another school year at the prestigious magic school. New 1st year students wait on the platform anxious of what the next seven years hold in front of them, while more experienced students prepare for the trials and tribulations that stand ahead in their respective years. At 11'o clock this morning, the train will depart towards the school. Passenger carts filled to the brim with the future of wizards and witches. Welcome to another year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!
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[center][h2][color=0072bc][i]Damian Griffin[/i][/color][/h2][/center]
[center]9:53 AM[/center]
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Dame tiredly yawned as he strolled through platform 9 3/4. He had always hated the fact the train left at 11 o'clock sharp. Dame never had been a morning person, having to set a few alarms for early in the morning to even get out of bed on time. Damian has a love/hate relationship with this day. He loved the part of Hogwarts, but the hassle of getting there was brutal to him.

Getting there an hour and some change early was a first for Damian, he would usually make the train by the skin of his teeth. The platform was oddly scarce of people to him. He never had the luxury of seeing the platform like this, by the time he arrived it was packed with parents waving goodbye to their kids. But now there were a few students boarding the train, probably trying to get the best seats they could. While other students stayed back, milking the final moments they had with their parents until a break occurred.

Damian gave out a small yawn once again. His eyes drooped low as he gave another look-over of the platform. Deciding to make his way to the caboose of the train, he scrambled onto the cart. Looking down the rows of seating compartments, Damian spotted an empty one at the very back. Throwing up his luggage lazily on the rack above the compartment, he slumped down in one of the window seats. Staring out of his window, he awaited the rest of the students to board the express and make their way towards Hogwarts.