StrawberryVanillaIce

September 1st “Can I come home for the holidays?” you asked your parents, who exchanged glances between each other. “It depends how the scheduling at the Ministry works out” your father sadly, “Hopefully you will but we’ll send you an owl if anything changes” “Alright” you said, nodding a bit disappointed. “We love you” you mum said, “Sorry we can’t see you off, business at the Ministry” again you simply nodded, “Bye” you said and they drove off. You pushed your trolley that had your trunk, along with a smaller one that kept most of your clothe