Post by Clinton Romulus on Aug 11, 2014 23:49:09 GMT
Today was the day to get on the train. His fathers were frazzled and on edge from the worry about their son. Clinton was staring around his room, not wanting to leave. It didn't feel real. How was he a wizard? That didn't make any sense. Though for all he knew his biological father might be a wizard, but he doubted it, his mother had been so young when she had him. He knew that, but nothing else about his biological parents. His trunk was packed with the things he had bought from Diagon Alley, his little owl sat in his cage preening his feathers. He hadn't decided a name yet for the bird. "Clinton, are you ready? It's time to go?" asked Papa with a smile, but worry on his face. He called Lathan, one of his father's Papa; and Dr. Romulus was Dad to separate the confusion. They were kind men, Lathan was a stay at home dad who worked from home, while Dr. Romulus was a doctor of medicine, who wasn't home often, but when he was he always made a point to spend time with his family. Clinton's fathers were his best friends, the only people he really felt at ease with in this world. He wasn't much for making friends, but he was always a kind person. Looking out to help anyone in need if he could.
Clinton took a deep breath, "I think so." He told him and stood up from his bed. Papa was already getting his trunk. The young boy picked up the bird who looked startled at the sudden change of motion, it had been relaxed. "Time to go," he told his owl, it squeaked with a tilted head. It was a very small owl. They went out to the car, Clinton was happy that Dr. Romulus was there with them. He had taken a week worth of vacation days to spend time with Clinton and Lathan before he left today. As they started driving everything felt blurred. This couldn't be real, it couldn't be. Going to a school that trained young wizards? A boarding school? He didn't want to leave his family, it hurt his heart that he was going to. At the same time, somewhere deep within him, it felt like everything was going to be okay, that this was the right thing to be doing. King's Cross station wasn't very far from where the Romulus's lived, around 10 minutes away. He leaned his head against the door, the window feeling cold against his ear and cheek. Clinton could see in the seats in front of him, his parents were holding hands, that made him smile. His bird that was in the seat next to him with a seat belt around his cage was moving anxiously around the cage.
The boy saw the station approaching, he felt anticipation in his heart. "Dad, you have my ticket, right?" Clinton suddenly remembered that he would need his ticket. The doctor smiled into the rearview mirror and nodded, they pulled into a parking space. "You ready?" Dad asked with a sigh. No, not really, but he didn't want to make his parents upset, so he just nodded. Getting out of the car, they managed to find themselves a cart to put Clinton's trunk on, the owl hooted, annoyed when he was as well put onto the cart. They entered the station. Dad had given him his ticket, he started at it, Platform 9 3/4. That was odd, but he shrugged it off. They followed the platforms till nine, and ten. "What now?" he said befuddled. He knew this all had to have been a joke. It couldn't be real, because being a wizard just didn't make sense.
That was until he saw a robed man walk right into the platform that said 9 and disappeared. He blinked hard, had he actually seen that? He looked to his parents, who looked just as confused. "Maybe... that's where we need to go?" Papa suggested. They all looked at each other and agreed to try to walk through platform 9. He took their hands and Dad went first through the portal, with him next and Papa last. Clinton saw the platform that now said Platform 9 3/4. He was amazed, as was his parents. The train whistled, smoke wafted from the top of the train. Taking the ticket out of the boys hands, Dad walked over to the conductor and offered him the ticket, the conductor smiled taking it and walked over taking Clinton's trunk and owl delicately. He stood there with his parents, and looked at the people coming and going. People were starting to board. Dad placed his hands on Clinton's shoulder's and got down to his level, his hair looked messy and his eyes were hopeful, "You're going to do great, son, don't forget to write, and I'll take off when you get back for Christmas." he promised. He kissed his forehead. The boy felt tears swelling, but he blinked hard, trying to make them go away. Papa was tearing up too and pulled him into a tight hug.
"I'm going to miss you," he said with a shuttery breath, and held him even tighter and kissed him on the top of his head. "I'm gonna miss you too," Clinton his voice uneven, cracking with emotion. "I'll write as soon as I get to the dorm room." He promised.
"All aboard!"[/u] yelled the conductor.
"I love you." he told them releasing them from the hug and headed over to the train rubbing his eyes trying to make the tears go away. He stepped onto the steps of the train and walked quickly to a seat that was closest to the window and looked out to his parents who were holding each other. Lathan was laying his head into the doctor's neck, and the doctor was searching for his son through the windows. He spoke to Lathan and waved at his son, who waved as the train started moving. At this moment Clinton wanted to get up and run back outside, fear spreading through him of this new place that he was going. It felt so surreal. He stayed as close to the window as he could as the train drove away.
~ [Later on in the great hall, the sorting ceremony]
Clinton was standing in his strange feeling robes, looking at the staring faces of older students that sat at tables. He was afraid of this talking hat, but he had a feeling that that was an irrational fear, it was just loud, which slightly intimated the 11 year old. They were being sorted into houses. He had no idea about what any of this meant, except that it had to do with dorms and from what the sorting hat had said. A few girls and other boys went ahead of him. He didn't want to sit up there on the stool and have everyone stare at him. "Clinton Romulus." He took a quick breath in, he stepped forward, people staring at him. He just tried to make himself think of something else, but it wasn't working. He climbed onto the stool and the teacher placed it on his head. It spoke, "Kind, good hearted, always puts others before himself. HUFFLEPUFF!"
Hufflepuff. He was in Hufflepuff. Clinton saw the people at the table cheering, but didn't really hear it. He was in a haze of thought. He slid off the stool after the sorting hat was taken off of his head and started to walk. He took the emptiest spot to sit that he could find and sat down, feeling awkward. He didn't know what to expect from this School. People at the table were smiling. He just felt out of place. He was hoping here, at the his place he would feel right. But it was just like home at muggle school, he felt like he didn't belong.
After the other first years had finished sorting the head master did a little speech. He wasn't really paying attention. He couldn't remember the headmaster's name. He was mezmorized by the ceiling. He jumped as he saw the food now appear in front of him. It looked amazing. He grabbed a peice of bread and nibbled on it. Finding himself not very hungry, even though the food looked amazing. Everyone was starting to get up. People were talking about going to the dorm rooms. Everyone was moving fast out of the great hall. He just kind of sat there for a few long moments. When it had mostly emptied out, he managed to get himself to his feet. Still amazed by the ceiling, he stared at it for a second then walked toward the door of the great hall. Everyone was bustling and he wished he had caught up with everyone else. He was lost.
Clinton took a deep breath, "I think so." He told him and stood up from his bed. Papa was already getting his trunk. The young boy picked up the bird who looked startled at the sudden change of motion, it had been relaxed. "Time to go," he told his owl, it squeaked with a tilted head. It was a very small owl. They went out to the car, Clinton was happy that Dr. Romulus was there with them. He had taken a week worth of vacation days to spend time with Clinton and Lathan before he left today. As they started driving everything felt blurred. This couldn't be real, it couldn't be. Going to a school that trained young wizards? A boarding school? He didn't want to leave his family, it hurt his heart that he was going to. At the same time, somewhere deep within him, it felt like everything was going to be okay, that this was the right thing to be doing. King's Cross station wasn't very far from where the Romulus's lived, around 10 minutes away. He leaned his head against the door, the window feeling cold against his ear and cheek. Clinton could see in the seats in front of him, his parents were holding hands, that made him smile. His bird that was in the seat next to him with a seat belt around his cage was moving anxiously around the cage.
The boy saw the station approaching, he felt anticipation in his heart. "Dad, you have my ticket, right?" Clinton suddenly remembered that he would need his ticket. The doctor smiled into the rearview mirror and nodded, they pulled into a parking space. "You ready?" Dad asked with a sigh. No, not really, but he didn't want to make his parents upset, so he just nodded. Getting out of the car, they managed to find themselves a cart to put Clinton's trunk on, the owl hooted, annoyed when he was as well put onto the cart. They entered the station. Dad had given him his ticket, he started at it, Platform 9 3/4. That was odd, but he shrugged it off. They followed the platforms till nine, and ten. "What now?" he said befuddled. He knew this all had to have been a joke. It couldn't be real, because being a wizard just didn't make sense.
That was until he saw a robed man walk right into the platform that said 9 and disappeared. He blinked hard, had he actually seen that? He looked to his parents, who looked just as confused. "Maybe... that's where we need to go?" Papa suggested. They all looked at each other and agreed to try to walk through platform 9. He took their hands and Dad went first through the portal, with him next and Papa last. Clinton saw the platform that now said Platform 9 3/4. He was amazed, as was his parents. The train whistled, smoke wafted from the top of the train. Taking the ticket out of the boys hands, Dad walked over to the conductor and offered him the ticket, the conductor smiled taking it and walked over taking Clinton's trunk and owl delicately. He stood there with his parents, and looked at the people coming and going. People were starting to board. Dad placed his hands on Clinton's shoulder's and got down to his level, his hair looked messy and his eyes were hopeful, "You're going to do great, son, don't forget to write, and I'll take off when you get back for Christmas." he promised. He kissed his forehead. The boy felt tears swelling, but he blinked hard, trying to make them go away. Papa was tearing up too and pulled him into a tight hug.
"I'm going to miss you," he said with a shuttery breath, and held him even tighter and kissed him on the top of his head. "I'm gonna miss you too," Clinton his voice uneven, cracking with emotion. "I'll write as soon as I get to the dorm room." He promised.
"All aboard!"[/u] yelled the conductor.
"I love you." he told them releasing them from the hug and headed over to the train rubbing his eyes trying to make the tears go away. He stepped onto the steps of the train and walked quickly to a seat that was closest to the window and looked out to his parents who were holding each other. Lathan was laying his head into the doctor's neck, and the doctor was searching for his son through the windows. He spoke to Lathan and waved at his son, who waved as the train started moving. At this moment Clinton wanted to get up and run back outside, fear spreading through him of this new place that he was going. It felt so surreal. He stayed as close to the window as he could as the train drove away.
~ [Later on in the great hall, the sorting ceremony]
Clinton was standing in his strange feeling robes, looking at the staring faces of older students that sat at tables. He was afraid of this talking hat, but he had a feeling that that was an irrational fear, it was just loud, which slightly intimated the 11 year old. They were being sorted into houses. He had no idea about what any of this meant, except that it had to do with dorms and from what the sorting hat had said. A few girls and other boys went ahead of him. He didn't want to sit up there on the stool and have everyone stare at him. "Clinton Romulus." He took a quick breath in, he stepped forward, people staring at him. He just tried to make himself think of something else, but it wasn't working. He climbed onto the stool and the teacher placed it on his head. It spoke, "Kind, good hearted, always puts others before himself. HUFFLEPUFF!"
Hufflepuff. He was in Hufflepuff. Clinton saw the people at the table cheering, but didn't really hear it. He was in a haze of thought. He slid off the stool after the sorting hat was taken off of his head and started to walk. He took the emptiest spot to sit that he could find and sat down, feeling awkward. He didn't know what to expect from this School. People at the table were smiling. He just felt out of place. He was hoping here, at the his place he would feel right. But it was just like home at muggle school, he felt like he didn't belong.
After the other first years had finished sorting the head master did a little speech. He wasn't really paying attention. He couldn't remember the headmaster's name. He was mezmorized by the ceiling. He jumped as he saw the food now appear in front of him. It looked amazing. He grabbed a peice of bread and nibbled on it. Finding himself not very hungry, even though the food looked amazing. Everyone was starting to get up. People were talking about going to the dorm rooms. Everyone was moving fast out of the great hall. He just kind of sat there for a few long moments. When it had mostly emptied out, he managed to get himself to his feet. Still amazed by the ceiling, he stared at it for a second then walked toward the door of the great hall. Everyone was bustling and he wished he had caught up with everyone else. He was lost.
