It was your first year going to Hogwarts. You were pretty excited, but also really nervous at the time, too. You had gotten on the train like everyone else, and while trying to find a seat, most of them were full. As you kept walking around, to eventually found a spot with a brown haired boy with glasses, and a red haired boy with a rat on his lap. They let you sit with them, and you three were eating snacks peacefully until a girl came over, judging the red haired one for his magic before doing a spell with her hand to fix the kid's glasses. He was obviously a little shocked, but he didn't say much.

"Holy cricket!" She said out of shock. "You're Harry Potter!"

"I'm Hermione Granger." She said before glancing over to you and the red haired boy. "And.. You two are?" She asked, sounding like she expected way more from us, even though you were all literal 11-12 year olds. The red haired boy answered first, noticing you not saying anything first. "I'm Ron Weasley." He said, his mouth full of sweets from the cart since Harry literally bought the entire thing.