<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/68/Xerxestaylor1.jpg/394px-Xerxestaylor1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>What’s in the pic<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggle born<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:30 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform 9 and 3/4<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Darcy Fredricksen<br/><hr/><br/>“You just go through that?” Xerxes asked, his brows drown together in a frown. This was all new to Xerxes, a Muggle born wizard that only recently learned of his magical abilities from his invitation to Hogwarts. Initially the family thought it a hoax. It was an elderly neighbor, Jackson Anderman, that knocked on the door the night the invitation arrived. Evidently Jackson was a wizard and would help Xerxes get up to speed in preparation for his journey to Hogwarts.<br/><br/>“Yeah, that’s it.” Jackson said with a cheeky grin on his face nodding to the brick.<br/><br/>Holding his breath Xerxes did it and pushed right through. It was in fact an illusion or portal. Xerxes’ mind spun at the idea, trying to comprehend the…magic involved in crafting such a feat. Anderman had explained much of the wizarding world, but to actually witness something so grandiose was a different thing. Xerxes continued to stare as students and families entered and left – none found themselves smacked into a brick wall.<br/><br/>“Xerxes, you have to get on the train.” Jackson pushed Xerxes further on to the platform. “There will be lots more to see, but you’ve got to keep focus on the goal.”<br/><br/>Xerxes had a penchant for trying to understand everything about one phenomenon and missing out on others. Shaking off the amazement, Xerxes nodded and grabbed his trunk.<br/><br/>“The train will take you to Hogwarts. You need to find an open space.” Jackson offered a warm smile. “It will all work out, Xerxes. I know this…” He motioned around, “is all new to you, but soon it’ll all be just like flipping on a light switch to get electricity.”<br/><br/>Xerxes didn’t think the comparison was exactly right, but he understood the concept.<br/><br/>“At Hogwarts, remember how we talked, you’ll be sorted into one of the four great houses. It’s there you will find your friends – your comrades. My housemates are still my best mates…well those that are left.” Jackson was beyond old and rarely talked about the past, even with Xerxes’ incessant questioning.<br/><br/>Xerxes nodded and without another word Jackson gave him a hug. “Your family did you right. You’re a good lad, but this will all be different. If you need anything send an owl to me. Hogwarts has many wonderful people – teachers and students that are there to help you succeed.” As he paused a Slytherin robe walked by. Xerxes watched Jackson sigh and shrug. “Well…off now. Your mum is probably frantically waiting for a report back.”<br/><br/>The new Hogwarts first year broke a brief smile, pushed up his glasses and made his way on to the train. Before getting too far, he managed to bump into a young blond-haired student. Xerxes was about to meet his first classmate, Darcy Fredricksen.<br/><br/>“Sorry about that.” Xerxes said, pushing up his glasses again. “It’s a bit hectic.” Xerxes squished one side of his face a half smile/confused look.<br/>