Who: Colin and Dennis Creevey What: Falling from the top bunk Where: Their room. When: Saturday Morning.
Colin couldn’t have been more excited. A Camera hung wildly around his neck, and his family tagged behind him, his mother keeping an eye on Dennis while his father pulled his trunk along. A magical school, there were owls and cats and frogs everywhere, people in robes, carrying wands with weird pointed hats. There was noise and excitement, and Colin broke into a run towards the stations and...
Suddenly he was falling, and by the time he’d gotten his eyes opened he’d already landed on the floor with a hard thud, knocking over a bookshelf that he’d attempted to latch onto in his half asleep state. There was noise, and he hurt and THIS WAS NOT THE TRAIN STATION. There was a pain in his harm, it hurt.
“MOM!” Colin screamed, laying there for half a second, half buried under everything, and more confused than he could explain, with tears in his eyes. “MUMMY! DADDY!”