Two Demigods, Seven Years: Book One

I woke up on the first of September feeling more excited than I had in a while. Shoving off my covers, I leaned over the side of my bunk and pulled Rita's curtains apart.
"RITA RITA RITA RITA RITA!!!!!!"
Rita shot up and banged her head on the bottom of my bunk, and glared at me when I started snickering. But she was out of bed before me, and we raced each other to the bathroom, which was unoccupado, as most of the campers had left and those who hadn't were up early like they would be on a normal camp day, whereas we were given special permission from Chiron to sleep just a bit later, as long as we were up before nine.
Rita beat me to the bathroom, but I had showered yesterday so I got dressed. I put on a white top that had quarter sleeves made of lace, light wash jeans and (rather unwillingly because I didn't know what else to wear) a pair of plain white flats. I took out a plain white headband and put that on, as well as my gold-rimmed glasses.
Rita came out of the bathroom about a half hour later wearing the same pants she had worn to Diagon Alley, and a lined light blue tank top with her Docs. She pulled on her leather jacket and me a gray button down sweater. Rita looked at me.
"You are such a first-year Hermione."
"Excuse me?!"
Of course I knew what she was talking about, we had both gotten our own sets of the seven-part biography of Harry Potter, I just didn't think I was anything like Hermione, the nice frizzy haired woman we had met in Diagon Alley, in The Sorcerer's Stone.
"Am not!"
"Are so!" she said, picking up Ocean, her black-haired green-eyed cat.
"You only got that cat because it has the same hair and eye color as Harry!"
"You only got an owl because Harry had one, and Ocean is a girl!"
I looked down at Blaze, my beautiful screech owl.
Rita picked up her wand, Beech, 12 3/4 inches, very bendy, with a unicorn hair core. Mine was oak, 10 1/2, slightly stiff, with a unicorn hair core as well.
"They're so pretty." Rita said wistfully.
"Yeah, well we'll be able to use them soon enough."
It was 9:50.
"Let's get breakfast. Our trunks are already packed, there isn't much left to do."
"Hey Rita?"
"What?"
"Your hair dye came out."
"WHAT?! THE BOTTLE SAID IT WAS PERMANENT!!!!"
She rushed to the nearest mirror, and when she made sure her new blue highlights were still there, she glared at me.
"That was for telling me Rose Tyler came back again in The End of Time Part Two and got chopped into pieces."
"That was last year!!!"
"And?"
"Ugh."
"Breakfast?"
"I want pancakes."
"Raspberry, blackberry, and strawberry!" we said at the same time.

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At 10:45 on the dot, Bill and Fleur Apparated into the middle of the space in front of the Big House with a CRACK! that made a few campers jump and stare, but they all shrugged it off. The Greek gods existed; they'd seen weirder things.
We were standing on the porch with our trunks, Blaze in her cage, and Ocean in Rita's arms.
"You know what time it is?"
We nodded and walked over to them.
We each sat on our trunk, and Rita made sure she had a good hold of Ocean and I held Blaze's cage in my arms. Bill and Fleur stood in between us, Bill put a hand on my shoulder, Fleur put a hand on Rita's.
Then came "the tube slide feeling" as Rita called, but not quite as strong, since it was our third time Apparating.
When I opened my eyes, we were in a busy London train station. Don't ask how I knew. You learn this stuff after so many years of Doctor Who, Sherlock, etc, etc, etc.
Ron and Hermione were both there with their kids, who I'd learned were named Rose and Hugo. Both sets of parents began lecturing the three of us (the ones about to get on the train).
"Don't get into trouble!"
"Don't cast curses you can't undo!"
"Remember to wash behind your ears and brush your hair!"
"Don't fall in love with a pureblood!"
Fleur hugged both of us.
"Now, we left Dominique and Louis with Victoire. Goodbye, and stay safe!"
And Bill and Fleur were gone.
"Right. We're off to see the Potters-"
"Like, Harry Potter?!"
"Erm, yes? Now, I'm Rose will see you on the train-"
"Dad! I can talk for myself! And yeah, save me a seat in whatever compartment you find!"
"Will everyone please stop interrupti-"
"Ron, honey?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to interrupt you."
This set of Weasley parents gave us fleeting hugs as well, and we dragged our trunks onto the train. It was 10:58.
All the compartments towards the front were filled, but the farther back we got, they thinned out. Finally we came to a compartment close to the very back, that was empty. We both sat down and stared out the window.
"Meryl!"
"Rita?"
"It's him!"
"Him who?"
"Harry Potter!!!"
We both stared out the window as Mr. Potter waved to a boy that looked exactly like him get on the train. A few seconds later, as the train began to move, Rose and the boy walked into our compartment. "I told you they would save us a spot!" Rose exclaimed.
I would like to say that we welcomed them in, but Rita and I were too busy staring at the boy.
Rose laughed. "This is my cousin, Albus."
"Hi, I'm Rita, this is-"
"Meryl. I'm Meryl. Nice to meet you."
Albus sort of half-smiled at me, and I half-smiled back.
He sat down and took out Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
"Yours isn't packed?" I asked.
"Nah, I wanted something to read on the trip."
"Awesome!"
"Can we see?" Rita said, craning her neck to look at the book. "Well, I for one, am going to take a nap." Rose said, taking off her coat and using it as a pillow on the long cushioned seat.
Albus moved into the center of the seat so each of us could see on either side of him and see the book. We all took turns, chapter by chapter, reading the book out loud to each other.

Notes

I hope all of you people know that I am using my precious time to write this lovely chapter instead of eating my caramel ice cream. Nah, I'm doing both. ;-P
And yes, I know Doctor Who and Sherlock have little to nothing to do with train stations, but they are two British shows. Sue me. I am totally super excited to keep writing this, though, because I love writing this story and I'm rereading the Harry Potter books anyway!
Peace, love and Nico di Angelo

-Emily