"Dang it, where is the frikin platform" Several people turn and stare at you. More than likely its because of your Arkansas accent. You sigh heavily and stare at your striped gray tabby. "Toby, do you have any idea what I'm supposed to be doing, huh?" A slight breeze ruffles your dark hair. "Heck, it never looks good anyway"
"Need some help, you aren't from around here, are you?" Said a boy with messy black hair and green eyes.
"Yeah, I reckon I need some help"
"Where are you from" he asks as he walks through the wall, which doesen't surprise you. You both get on the train and he asks if you want to sit with his freinds. You accept. You sit down and answere him.
"Arkansas"
"Where, oh and my name's Ron" said a red-headed boy that was apparently Harry's friend.
"Arkansas"
"Where's that" Harry asked.
A bushy haired brunette said "its in the states you geniuses. I thought it was pronounced Ar-kansas. You talk funny you know, and by the way my name is Hermoine."
"Its Ar-kan-sas, how many people are gonna ask me that, yes I do talk funny and pleased to meet you. Did I skip anythiiiiinnngg" You say as your clumsiness takes over as you go to sit down and you miss the chair. They all start laughing. Harry offers you his hand to help you up and your eyes lock. It was like you could get lost in his eyes. He was looking into yours in the same way. "whoa" you say as you stand up and this time hit your target, the chair. Hermoine and Ron are sniggering, but you have a feeling that it wasn't because you fell. You really think Harry is cute. What happens next
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