[center][h1][color=lightblue]Wyatt Blackwood[/color][/h1]
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There was a lot going on at the Kings Cross train station that it was hard for Wyatt to concentrate on where to go. He was already flustered with knowledge of a new world and everything seemed to overwhelm him. However, he did his best to compose himself and not act out of his usual character which was calm, cool, and collected. His Squib neighbor, George, was guiding him to the correct area for him to board the train to Hogwarts. Pushing his belongings in the trolley, his new cat Jinx meowed as was looking up to see the platform numbers. He looked over at his neighbor who seemed confident on where he was going. Before leaving to the train station, his parents saw him off at home because they had to get to work soon. There were tears and emotions everywhere, but were assured he would be seeing them for the holidays. With his parents always gone at work, he was used to be alone for long periods of time. Even though this was quite different, he was ready to make the commitment to be the wizard he's meant to be.

After strolling about, they finally arrived at the platforms 9 and 10. He looked everywhere for 9 and three quarters but it was nowhere in sight. He turned to his neighbor with a puzzled look on his face.

"You said platform 9 and three quarters. Does that even exist? All I see is 9 and 10," Wyatt said growing restless. His skepticism began to kick in again. Yes it was proven magic was real, but could he trust this man? Was he being genuine? Was he doing this for his own personal agenda? George smirked and pointed at the brick wall.

"Its right there my boy! Between platforms 9 and 10. You just go straight through the wall and you'll be at 9 and three quarters," he said enthusiastically. Wyatt just gave him another quizzical look and stared back at the wall. "Just take your trolley and run through the wall!"

"But-" The young boy couldn't even finish his sentence before he was pushed by his neighbor through the wall. He gasped for a few seconds before reemerging to a whole new train station. There was a huge train that read Hogwarts Express with numerous other students loading their things with their parents and getting on the train. After snapping out of his state of shock, he pushed his trolley to the porter guy so he could get his things on board. Grabbing his cat and a few books, Wyatt boarded the train and looked for an empty compartment to sit at. He passed by two compartments that had a set of two boys and two girls his age. He needed a quiet place to study his materials so he chose a compartment next to them.

After getting situation, he let Jinx out of her kennel. She meowed and went to play with the other pets running about through the aisles. Immediately after, he decided to crack open his Standard Book of Spells book and began reading. Any time he got any type of reading material for school, he was the first to read it and know it by heart. That was just the type of person he was and it helped he had a near photographic memory. Just before going to Kings Cross, he remembered his neighbor George said something to him about how there would be other kids that might not be too fond of him because he didn't come from a magical family. Wyatt thought that was totally absurd, but George told him that bloodlines meant a lot to some witches and wizards so he should be careful. This was another reason why he wanted to get the upper hand in all of his classes. Because he was "muggleborn" he felt he needed to be better than the average witch or wizard. He needed to prove something.