I am writing this now, about a week after this happened, but I will try to recall as best as I can exactly what happened, it may be difficult though, as there has been so much whizzing through my mind in the past week.

So hi, hello, 'sup, I am sort of writing this journal to you, in a way, kind of... I don't even know to be honest, but welcome!  I am going to write this first bit in the present, so don't get all up in my face if I change later, okay? :)

I stare out of the car window for about an hour on the way to the station, I don't know how I do it, but I do.  The scenery slowly turns from soft, natural countryside shades to quick moving, harsh blacks and greys as we reach the city, then to smoke engulfed houses with dead ivy and grey stains up the walls. 'We're here!', I yell, as my brother, James, makes a small sound which resembles a cat in a blender.  I glare at him for a moment, before my excitement gets the better of me, I've never been good at holding it in, so I forget that I haven't yet opened the door, I turn and whack my head against the window, then reach for the handle and fling myself outside.  Looking back, I can understand some of the confused faces and raised eyebrows I recieved, after all, I had just leapt ever so gracefully (well it seemed graceful at the time) out of a filthy car into a dingy street in the middle of London, looking like I'd arrived in Wonderland.

I practically bounced into the station, skipped up to platform 9 and waited, grinning at everything, including an fat conductor lady as she patrolled by. I saw a group of (what I assumed to be first year) girls gabbing to each other and then running headlong into the brick wall with a wonderful array of squeals. I said goodbye to my parents, gave James a final dash of the evils, pocketed Ptolemy the rat, and bounded at the brick, I stood up, looking dazed, grinned nervoulsy at my parents, muttered 'heh, wrong wall', bumped into a lady carrying a small child and a baby, apologised with wording that, to her, probably sounded like 'icy porridge', and then whipped through the next wall.  I stumbled then fell on my face, I raised my head, it was marvellous.