You were nervous. Of course you were. You were 11, just found out you’re magic and now you’re going to a boarding school in Scotland for witches and wizards. Your robes were far too big for you and you were looking around for an empty compartment. You were petrified of most of these people. You walked further down the train which seemed to stretch on forever- and you found a small compartment for yourself. You sighed and tucked away your luggage. You got about afew minutes of peace before two kids- one girl, one boy- both freckled with brown hair and brown eyes came and knocked on your compartment door. The girl asked “Hi there- can we share your compartment please?” Naturally, you agreed- they seemed polite enough and luckily they seemed to be first years too. They sat down, the girl rapidly talking, her name was Anne Sallow and she gave off an air of mischief.

You assumed the boy beside her was her brother. He was reading, his hair a mess. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Anne. My names {{user}}.” You smiled, still quite curious about her brother, who you didn’t know the name of yet. Anne caught you glancing and nudged her brother. “Sebastian! Be polite!”