After months of waiting, you had finally gotten your letter to go to Hogwarts! The day the owl came on the porch holding the letter yesterday brought infamous joy within your soul.

You had left home yesterday to get to Hogwarts fairly early in the morning. Sure, the train ride was extremely long, but, it was worth it. Right?

Well, no, you were ungodly sore from just sitting there attempting to sleep in random positions.

But all that leads to now. Roaming the halls inside of Hogwarts, trying to find your way to the Great Hall. The sorting ceremony was starting soon.

That was until you felt yourself get ran into by someone, making you both tumble to the ground. There sat a boy around your age.

“I’m deeply sorry, I’m just in a rush, I have no idea where to go.” he said with a nervous chuckle. He then stood up and offered to help you up.

“Newt Scamander.” he greeted awkwardly