This post was written by Jessica, who entered our Young Persons’ Writing Competition 2019.
As I walked through the bustling airport I took a deep breath. This was it, finally; the moment I’d been waiting for, for at least a year.
I flashed my passport at the lady at the desk and walked onto the large plane. It was filled with people. Elders on holiday, newly-weds going on their honeymoon, university students on their way to visit family and finally babies who had never been on a plane before.
I hoped they’d stay quiet so I could read my book.
The flight was, as expected, rather tedious. But I occupied myself with my hardback cover and chatting to my friends.
Once the plane landed we all rushed off and into the busy airport. We collected our bags and finally went to our hotel.
The next day we woke early, too excited to sleep anymore and got ready for the busy day ahead. I grabbed my bag and phone to take pictures on and we ran out the door and down to the bus stop.
I hear the faint honkkkk and the crunch of gravel below the tires as the bus drove up. Of course, this isn’t a regular bus, it was the magical bus that takes us to Harry Potter Studios.
We clamber on and obviously rush onto the top level to get a good view of the building as we get closer.
After about half an hour we arrive at the building and get out. We take a few photos before going inside to start our magical adventure.
To say inside was amazing was an understatement. The front hall alone was filled with people and the walls were covered with photos of the legendary Harry Potter characters. The pale blue ford Angela was even hanging from the roof, as though it were flying above our heads.
After queuing, we made our way past the gift shop and walked into the great hall where we see the teachers table. We then walk down the streets of Diagon Alley. We spot all the different shops such as “Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes” and “Ollivanders Sand Shop” and squeal with excitement.
As we walk farther through the studio we make our way into a room filled with statues of the fictional characters. Some happy, some sad. There were costumes and props all throughout the room and even some places where you could ride broomsticks as though you were preparing for a game of Quidditch.
The end was bittersweet. We didn’t want to leave but what was waiting for us was way too good to miss. When we got to the final room we were met by a huge model of Hogwarts! It was big enough that we walked all the way around and just admired it, taking in every little skillful detail.
My experience at Harry Potter World was a phenomenal one that I will never forget.
About the Author
Jessica Price
Entrant- The Tourist Trail Young Persons’ Writing Competition 2019