The loud sound of the train's whistle filled your ears and thick smoke enveloped your parents, who stood on the edge of the platform waving to Hogwarts. You lean back in your seat and listen to the engine revving, the quiet, rhythmic tapping of your feet.

A knock on the sliding glass door made you turn your head and focus on Harry Potter. “Excuse me. The other seats are all occupied...do you mind?” he asked awkwardly.