Benson Thacker
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Benson left his new house where his family were busy unpacking. They had just moved from Ireland, his father got a new job in New Zealand so he dragged the whole family there, Benson didn't mind so much, he was accepted to Hogwarts New Zealand which was supposed to be a highly recommended school. In a way Benson was looking forward to attending and in other ways he was simply dreading it. The Irish boy was never good at meeting new people and didn't think many people would like him here. He walked along the footpath, with his worn soccer ball tucked under his arm. He carefully followed the signposts saying in clear bold writing: "Brightstone Village". He had to get out of his house. Unpacking was the worst thing about moving, well so far anyway.
He walked slowly through the crowded streets of the village where old and young people chatted and shopped. He looked at some of the groups of teenagers, he guessed they were from Hogwarts. That will be me next year he thought to himself and he felt a pang of excitement hit him. He would be attending Hogwarts next year it was actually going to happen. It never really hit him like it just had at that moment. He pulled his eyes away from the teenagers and continued to walk up the street. Soon enough Benson found himself at the outskirts of the shopping area and spotted a large grassy area. Benson smiled to himself, it was somewhere were he could play soccer, something he loved to do.
Coming closer to the grassy area he realized that it was a park. There was a few people sitting on benches reading newspapers but other than that the place was quite deserted. Benson dropped the worn ball from under his arm and it fell silently onto the grass. He began to kick it between his feet and then began to dribble it up the empty park.
He walked slowly through the crowded streets of the village where old and young people chatted and shopped. He looked at some of the groups of teenagers, he guessed they were from Hogwarts. That will be me next year he thought to himself and he felt a pang of excitement hit him. He would be attending Hogwarts next year it was actually going to happen. It never really hit him like it just had at that moment. He pulled his eyes away from the teenagers and continued to walk up the street. Soon enough Benson found himself at the outskirts of the shopping area and spotted a large grassy area. Benson smiled to himself, it was somewhere were he could play soccer, something he loved to do.
Coming closer to the grassy area he realized that it was a park. There was a few people sitting on benches reading newspapers but other than that the place was quite deserted. Benson dropped the worn ball from under his arm and it fell silently onto the grass. He began to kick it between his feet and then began to dribble it up the empty park.