Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
If anything I'll be glad I'm not at home anymore. My sister Piper is really annoying me today, and every other day too. I can't wait to tell you everything I will be doing there. I must get sorted into Slytherin though. There has only been one person in the family who hasn't been sorted into Slytherin, Sirius Black. He was sorted into Gryffindor, and still became a Death Eater, like the proper people. He went to Azkaban for that.
The train's leaving, quick! I pack my Journal (what you are reading) and rush onto platform nine and three quarters. There I see the scarlet steam-train, billowing smoke from it's fume. I didn't even notice my mother peck me on my cheek, as I ran up into the train.
I arrive at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry after four long hours on the train. It is raining, and this great, ugly brute of an oaf comes saying first years follow me. I obviously do what I'm told, like a good boy, and follow the oaf called Hagrid.
We travel across this massive lake to get to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It takes hours to propel the rows into the sea-like lake. We eventually arrive. It is massive, bigger than I thought.
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