September 1, 1894 - Kings Cross, Platform 9 3/4
Nacho didn’t know what he was supposed to do now that Meida’s governess had left. His trunk and owl had been loaded onto the train and he was standing on the platform, looking around uncomfortably. His robes felt scratchy and weird and his wand was way too long because it kept poking him in the side. Was this what it was going to be like all year? He certainly hoped not. He hoped he’d make friends, and soon. The right friends; the ones Papa expected. Papa’s warning from his last letter rang in Nacho’s skull, a memory the little brunette wasn’t quite able to shake. Asegurate que no te echen en una casa qué va a dar vergüenza a esta familia. Be sure not to land yourself in a house that will be an embarrassment to this family. He’d been turning the statement over and over all night; what if he didn’t have a choice? What if the hat didn’t listen to him? Theo had said the sorting process was all pre-determined anyway— whatever that meant. Chewing on his lower lip, Nacho worried and shifted in place.
He supposed he ought to get on the train. The platform was clearing and the warning whistle blew just then, startling him out of his thoughts. Maybe he should just follow what all the other students seemed to be doing. He looked around and it was at that moment that he spotted them: Aunt Lucy and Charles. The very two he’d been hoping to avoid like the plague.
Nacho caught his aunt’s eye and immediately looked away, cheeks heating and a frown coming to his face. He still didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about Lucy, but it was hard to dislike her when she was the closest thing to his mom that he had. Or memories of her. Them? Whatever. Turning away, Nacho scrubbed at his face a bit. He really ought to just get on the train.