Edric Blight
WHOOOO ME?
Chase Crosby
The little soon-to-be second year Gryffindor quickly made his way through the big crowd. The 12 year old bobbed and weaved all over the place, squeezing through a lot of people. But he had one goal in mind- somehow finding Grace. He didn’t seem to realize that it would probably be like trying to find a needle in a hay stack there were so many people. But one thing was for certain. If you looked from a bird’s eye perspective, you could see a young brunette haired boy in Gryffindor robes slithering through the crowd of people.
Eventually, people started filing in onto the train as it was about to leave soon. Still, Crosby was continuing his search for Grace. He just couldn’t wait to see her, greet her, and show her his pictures he had taken. He wondered if she remembered to take some for him. Chase soon began to realize that the crowd was thinning. Most of the kids had seemed to make their way onto the train. All that remained was the mass of adult parents or much older siblings.
Chase frowned as he continued running, looking for Grace but not finding her, dragging his luggage behind. And then it hit him- perhaps she was on the train? Was she sitting in there already with her group of Slytherin friends? No doubt with her famous pure blood last name and good looks she’d be popular within her house. Chase frowned as he slowed down a bit, realizing his search efforts might have been for nothing and he’d have to ride the train to Hogwarts alone.
Suddenly, Chase heard a voice call out to him. He stopped dead in his tracks and his head perked up as his eyes widened. Could it be? Yes… it was! It was Grace Walsh! The young Gryffindor boy quickly turned his head in the direction of the voice. His eyebrows raised high as he saw it was indeed the pretty red-headed Slytherin girl. “Grace!” he quickly blurted out, and adorably large smile coming across his face. But it seemed he’d failed to heed her warning that the train might be leaving and he could very well miss it.
Suddenly, he heard a loud train horn as the steam engine began to hiss, slowly kicking itself into motion. All around him, parents and older siblings and friends waved goodbye to their children on the train from the platform. Chase’s heart leapt- the train was beginning to move! “Oh no!” cried Crosby was he quickly dragged along his luggage and sprinted towards the ever-so-slightly inching forward train. He saw Grace in the train waiting there with an outstretched hand, ready to grab him.
Using that speedy small build of his, Chase quickly jumped and managed to grab Grace’s hand, the train slowly but surely moving. Phew, he was just in time. Thanks for Grace, he had made it and didn’t miss the train as she pulled him in. The boy panted heavily, relieved to finally be on the train and to not have missed it. “Oh Grace,” said Chase, slowly catching his breath, “Thank you,” said the boy, panting a bit. “Bloody hell…” he whispered to himself. Soon, the train began to pick up speed and leave King’s Cross Station. Luckily, Chase had made it, and Grace had pulled him onto the train. It seemed almost like something out of a movie.