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I looked around me. The space around me felt so foreign. It was a somewhat dark alley between old looking buildings. I was standing in front of a red carriage that had nothing pulling it, despite a man sitting in what would be the drivers seat.
Professor Fig walked up to me. "Ah! It appears we are almost ready to depart." He said.
I smiled. My heart beating quickly. I fidgeted with the fabric of my coat.
"It's a pity we didn't have a bit more time to spend on spell casting." He said. "I presume you've been practicing the spells we worked on."
"I have, professor." Ever since learning about my magic, i had been eager to learn all about it. I usually wasn't that eager to learn things, but something about magic intrigued me greatly.
"Well, I'm quite sure I've never seen anyone take so quickly to a second hand wand. You'll be a force to be reckoned with when you get your own."
Most of the time, I could brush off praise pretty easily, but I felt prouder than I typically did when receiving compliments.
"Thank you, Professor Fig. I'm glad you spent the time helping me before the term sta-"
I was interrupted by a man spinning into existence. Fig had done it a while ago, so I knew that he was apparating, but I still jumped in surprise.
He looked around at the surroundings for a moment before his eyes landed on us.
"Oh! Eleazar!"
"George. Glad my rather cryptic description of my location did not thwart your finding us."
Thwart is a weird word, I thought as the two shook hands and talked.
"It's been much too long." Fig said. "When I received your owl, I must say I-"
"EAE-Best not speak here, Eleazar. Hm?" The man said hurriedly. I wondered what the letter said, as the man was rather secretive about it.
"Of corse. Why don't we speak on the route to Hogwarts? We have a start-of-term feast and a Sorting Ceremony to get to!"
"Wonderful idea." He said quickly. I really wanna know what the letter is about . I thought. “As long as your young charge here doesn't mind me tagging along.”
“No, not at all.” I shook my head.
“After you,” Professor Fig said.
“Ages since I've been to the castle.” George said as we boarded the carriage. It truly looked right out of a fantasy RPG game. “Would be nice to see the old pile of rocks.”
From what I had heard about Hogwarts, it did not seem like an old pile of rocks. Though I supposed that a lot of things were a pile of rocks.
George was about to board the carriage when he paused, looking at something behind him. I tried to see what he was looking at, but his body was blocking me.
He hopped on as if nothing had happened, and the carriage flew into the air. I’m not sure why I was surprised. It seemed that anything was possible with magic.