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Class of '99
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{ three hours before graduation }
SHE usually wasn't a late person.
Sure, there were times where Margo was: like arriving to classes or meeting up with her friends, which was all just under five minutes later.
In fact, the only time she had ever been super late was rather unfortunate and, to say, quite shameful—for her, at least.
Shameful because it had been on the first of September in nineteen ninety-one, the very first day she would be going to Hogwarts; unfortunate because she didn't even get the chance to be excited about it, only anxiousness about missing the train was eating at her mind.
Margo supposed she shouldn't blame anyone but herself. After all, she had spent half the night staying awake until Merlin knows what just to read through the Potions textbook she bought in Flourish and Blotts. Which then ultimately led her to wake up an hour before eleven o'clock that morning—the time the Hogwarts Express departed.
Which was why her and her parents hadn't bothered with a trolley as they hauled Margo's trunk through the brick wall between Platforms Nine and Ten, and emerged into Nine-and-Three-Quarters that day.
She remembered the platform almost being empty, only parents and guardians left standing near the train, waving goodbye to their children.
Kylan lugged her heavy trunk inside a luggage compartment whilst lightly glaring at his flustered daughter. Even if he had scolded her for being so irresponsibly late, he couldn't help but let the pride flutter in his heart; his pride and joy was finally going to Hogwarts.
"You got all your things?" Lucille had asked her exasperatedly. "Your books, your robes? Extra clothes? Money?"
"All in the trunk, mum," eleven-year-old Margo breathed out, still eyeing the scarlet engine with marvel.
"Next time," her dad panted slightly, "remember to set up an alarm, please?"
Margo nodded absentmindedly. "Will do, will do."
A shrill whistle sounded the air that left her whirling around to stare at the clock overhead: roughly seven minutes to departure. She faced her parents with a beam before engulfing them in a hug.
"We're going to miss you, love," her dad said with a small smile.
Margo couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully. "You're going to see me in a few months again, dad."
