The train station. Nerissa could remember the years when she herself had rushed through the barrier, closing her eyes because she feared she would crash into the brick wall and break her nose. She also remembered the butterflies that had filled her stomach every time she had boarded the Hogwarts Express, dragging her suitcase along behind her….
…but memories weren’t enough for her anymore. She needed to step onto the platform once more, and inhale the brilliant smell of the smoke that drifted off of the large train. That was the only reason she had decided to revisit the place, she told herself, but she knew that their was more behind it than that; she wanted to catch a glimpse of the people she had gone to school with, the people who had mocked her, and the people whom she had befriended, because she was starting to forget what she had been like all those years ago.
Nerissa pulled her dark colored traveling cloak farther around herself when a gust of wind blew past her, causing some of her long, tangled red hair to fall out of the ribbon she had tied it in, and fall in front of pale face. She stepped forward, pulling herself out of the brick barrier and into the crowd that swarmed around the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9 ¾. She was dressed in dark, tattered clothing that anyone could tell she had been wearing for some time, but her face was what caught the attention of others; she still appeared quite young, despite all that she had been put through, and it was rather shocking for others to see Nerissa Hatts again, looking as if she hadn’t aged nearly as much as she should have.
The women stuck to the sidelines as she crossed the Platform, not moving her eyes away from the large train only a yard or so away from her. Her light pink lips were curled upward into a soft broken smile as she watched little children climbing onto the train and running about inside of it in search of an empty compartment. Nerissa pressed her back up against one of the pillars in the place and slowly slid down to the floor so that she was sitting there with one legs extended, and one pulled up towards her chest. She rested one of her arms on the leg that was arched, and rested her head against the wall. Her dead eyes were glittering slightly as the smallest amount of tears filled them, even when she begged that the tears would stay way until she was on her own.
A young girl with light blonde hair walked past Nerissa, but slowed slightly when she noticed the women sitting there on the ground with wet eyes. Nerissa eyed the young girl and frowned; had she recognized her? Had the young girl seen Nerissa’s picture in the newspaper? Nerissa suddenly felt on-edge, and couldn’t help but shiver slightly; the last thing she needed was a group of Aurors rushing her way. “Run along,” she told the child in a soft voice.