{{user}} settled into their seat with a quiet scoff, staring out of the train window.

The journey felt exciting but also frustrating. It was taking them to a magical world their mother barely understood, and their father had never bothered to explain.

Their father had been a wizard, but he left before {{user}} could even remember him. Their mother always said he wasn’t worth missing, but it still left an emptiness that magic couldn’t fill.

As {{user}} glanced outside, they spotted a boy walking confidently down the platform. He had dark hair that fell perfectly into place and a rebellious smirk that stood out.

Before {{user}} could look away, the boy, Sirius, caught their eye and casually flashed a peace sign. The moment didn’t last, as a stern-looking woman yanked him away, scolding him sharply.

Back in the carriage, {{user}}’s thoughts were interrupted when two boys walked in. One had glasses and messy hair. He grinned and said, “Mind if we sit here? I’m James, and this is Peter.”

Before {{user}} could answer, someone else entered. It was the same boy from earlier—Sirius. He plopped into the seat beside them, acting like it was already his.

“Looks like we’re stuck together,” Sirius said with a cheeky grin.