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Murasaki Hizawa - 1st Year
"Will you die for the ones you love? Will you kill for them?"
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It looked safe enough. Minus the 'running into a wall' part.
Blue eyes continued to observe the various students running straight into the space between Platform 9 and Platform 10. Some students like him were obviously new to the magical world like a brown-haired girl futilely asking a policeman and the raven-haired boy questioning some boy. The familiar ones, on the other hand, simply walked through the barrier nonchalantly as though it were natural for someone to simply disappear.
How did all the non-magical people not notice this?
"Probably one of those wards you read about," the grey owl on his shoulder said, its beak moving with the subtle twitches of his pinky finger. The voice coming from the bird was old, yet still vibrant with life, eerily similar to that of the old man with the strange archaic name. The owl swiveled its head to glare at a passerby before returning its attention to the barrier.
"You should probably go now," said the owl before it closed its eyes. The blue-haired child nodded with the owl's words. His observations were, after all, complete.
Standing up in his oversized battered blue coat, Mura dragged his expensive trunk towards Platform 9 3/4. Watching as the silver-haired girl he observed run through the wall, Mura followed suit at a more leisurely pace, planning on moving straight towards the train he expected to be there.
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However, the peace was never meant to last. It was only too soon that his quiet time was finished, the boy sewing another stitch into his coat. Watching as the other students slowly moved off the train, Mura could only follow suit, though the "owl" on his shoulder bristled in annoyance from the water.
"Utter rubbish. You'd think these wizards would have better means of locomotion," said the owl, "Lemme get back in your luggage, stupid Mura. It's warmer there." With a small twitch of his fingers, the owl bristled in annoyance, glaring at everything.
With a shake of his head, the boy made his way to one of the boats, closing his eyes as he sat in an empty boat and contemplated what house he would be in without bothering to listen to the input of his peanut gallery.("You'd probably be a new house. House Sparklypoo.") His contemplation abruptly ended as a straggler (Angela) ran towards the lake.