An hour and a half later I was finally in my dorm, exhausted from getting up the stairs. My friend must have heard me gasping for air because as soon as I sat down, she was hugging me so it made it even harder to breathe.
"Allie!" She whispered happily.
"Hi...Em--ma." I gasped, patting her on the back. She released me and looked at my leg, visable from the glow of a candle on my nightstand.
"Oh Allie, your leg! Why didn't they just mend it?" She sounded worried. I sighed, finally catching my breath.
"My leg was shattered and it was too complicated to fully mend it magically. I guess she was worried that my bones wouldn't mend right and I'd have a deformed leg." I patted the cast. "But it's alright. I feel just fine. It's a little sore, but I might be able to make it to the next game." I looked at Emma with a grin, her face dark under my four poster.
"Well, I'm glad you're okay! Its too bad this all happened right before break too! Are you going to be able to get onto the train with that big thing on your leg?"
"Go to bed Em." I said as I layed back on my bed and pulled my leg up. She laughed and I heard her walk over the creaking floorboards to her bed. Five minutes later, I was out.
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"So you're going to your Mum's this year?" I asked Emma as we found an empty compartment on the train.
"Yeah. I get my Dads' for Easter and Thanksgiving, and Mum's for Christmas and New Year's. How fun.."
I gave her a sympathetic look. Surely going back and forth between parents isn't fun. Especially since her Father is a muggle. I didn't even notice the train moving and felt a bit of surprise when I saw the scenary of the outdoors zooming outside in the bright morning sunrise. It had just started to snow too.
"You live in a muggle village, don't you?" Emma asked me while munching on a pumpkin pasty. I nodded and stretched my arms.
"Yupp. I hate it when I can't do magic outside. My parents always think the neighbors are going to see a floating snowball above their heads or something." Emma chuckled.
"You should put a snowman on their car and charm it to make it pelt them with snowballs."
I laughed. "That would be great. But my Mum would kill me."
We spent the remainder of the train ride talking about pranks to pull on muggles, laughing about how they would react. We couldn't believe that we were already at Platform 9 and 3/4. We hugged as her Mom arrived, bundled up in a red jacket. Emma and her mother looked so similar. She had the same wavy brown hair and hazel eyes and body structure. "I'll see you in two weeks!" Emma called as they walked through the barrier.
I took a seat on a bench with my things, waiting for my parents, but they never came.
