[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=Gold]Artemis “Arty” Harrington[/color][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=gold]Location:[/color][/b] Platform 9 3/4 
[b][color=gold]Magic:[/color][/b] N/A [/center][hr]

Today was the day! The day his parents―he knew Apollo was looking forward to today because Hogwarts, you know?―were probably looking forward to after the entire summer of random screams and bursts of excitement when the bubbling anticipation became far too much for him to hold inside. The moment they’d set foot off the train after last year, the anticipation of another year learning [i]magic[/i] kicked in. He was of course just as excited to see his parents. He’d definitely missed them despite the letters he tried to send home at least once a month but he couldn’t deny that when he jumped off the train and barreled into them, it wasn’t just the excitement of seeing them again and he felt a bit guilty about that. But who in the entirety of Britain wouldn’t look forward to magic? It was literally a dream come true for him!

And sometimes, Arty couldn’t help but pinch himself. Even five years later and the end of the perpetual terror of He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Name’s reign, he got the horrible feeling that none of this was actually real. That he’d wake up strapped in at some snake pit and totally mental. He wasn’t sure he could handle the shock. He’s imagined this more than once. He’d talked about it more than once with Apollo. He’d determined that at best, there would be waterworks. At worst, he’d unhinged even more. Probably completely if he wasn’t already. 

Sometimes in the first years, after the Sorting and when the sound of sleep was the only thing breaking the stillness, he wished his fear was real.

But he was over that. They’d made great friends. They’d learned magic. He made [i]Prefect![/i] Him, Arty Harrington, a prefect. When he got the letter, he’d bolted with the letter raised high and waving it in everyone’s face but was off again before they could read it. It was like when Mr. Hopkinson told them they [i]weren’t[/i] in fact inase but minus jumping over the fainting sibling. He’d admit, he was annoying but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was excited and proud and everything in between! He wasn’t one to bottle the happy stuff and this fell hard into the happy stuff category. 

Arty’s feel barely touched the ground as they passed through 9 ¾, snickering as he bumped into Apollo’s cart. The family took up their passing positions: ever since the first year when Mum [i]stopped[/i] in the middle of the wall, or tried to, Dad wrapped his arm around her waist and then twins followed on their heels. She laughed about it and promised not to do it again but they all recognized [i]that[/i] look. It was a threat.

“I’ll never get used to that. I mean, it’s right odd. Hiding a platform behind a not-wall? I absolutely love it!” Olivia gave the wall a lingering look but Arty was off the moment the platform appeared and the cacophony of the crowd washed over them. One hand on the trolley ladened with school supplies, another firmly wrapped around his brother’s arm, and he was dragging Apollo as well as he could. Where were the girls? They only had so much time and they had to find them. He didn’t want Apollo feeling lonely on the train since they wouldn’t be sitting together this year and he definitely didn't want to show up to the Prefect’s compartment without Mary. He looked and looked and looked, weaving through people and barely avoiding hitting them until…

Jackpot. 

[color=Gold]“Hold this, thanks!”[/color] Arty shouted cheerfully abandoned his cart with Apollo, bounding forward until he all but jumped on them, pulling them both in for a hug. [color=gold]“My favorite people! Are totally we excited? I’m totally excited!”[/color] He kept his arms around their shoulders, offering a wave and a grin at their respective parents. [color=gold] “Okay, we gotta move! Trains leaving in a few minutes and right here, right now I’m calling bagsy on a window seat, Mary. This year is gonna be totally ace!”[/color]