0.12 - Tranquil Aftermath
The remainder of the train ride to Hogwarts went on smoothly, much to the relief of Celestine, although she didn’t enjoy the fact that the other people aboard were talking about Harry losing consciousness.
“Isn’t it a bit awkward for you three that I’m the only one not wearing your uniforms and a robe?” Celestine asks, looking down at the clothes she was wearing. “I mean, surely I’m not going to fit in with the crowd with these plaid pants and this shirt that has the band Queen on it?”
“No, but, who cares if you stand out?” Ron grabs his pet rat Scabbers, who keeps moving around Ron’s left pocket. “It’s not like you care about that, right?”
“Yeah, totally.” Celestine shrugs as she exits the train, along with Ron, Hermione, and Harry. “Really wouldn’t die inside if they lay their eyes on me.”
“What?” Hermione stared at her as soon as they reached the cobblestone ground.
“Nothing.” Celestine shakes her head and proceeds to walk with the trio. “So where are we right now?”
“Hogsmeade.” Ron answered, clutching the old jacket he was wearing. “It’s a village near Hogwarts, and where we’ll ride a carriage towards the school.”
“Carriage?” Celestine furrows her eyebrows. “What kind of budget does your school have?”
“What’s a budget?”
Celestine was flabbergasted. “I-”
“It’s magic, Celestine.” Hermione explained. “That’s all there is to it.”
The four of them continued to walk behind the other students until they had a vacant carriage that had enough space to fit them all. Harry sat beside Ron, both facing Hermione and Celestine. As the carriage began moving by itself, Celestine couldn’t help but feel in awe, and curiosity. How much more magical could this get?