Here’s your ticket. Stick to it, Harry, it is very important. Stick to it.
“A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”Happy September 1st, y’all!
“Now, at first I don’t realize who this guy is or the significance of the fact that he said ‘oh yeah, it’s really weird I can’t hear myself either.’ In my mind all I know is that I was trying to take a video of a tiny Darren Criss moving up a wall and this guy got in my way and I’m kind of pissed off. And then I realize that… yep… it’s… it’s Darren Criss.” (x)