1998 {{user}} sits on the train to Hogwarts, as she did at the start of every year. She was sat in her own compartment, feet on the seat, The Daily Prophet in hand. The train was already on its way, the ride smooth and still, done by magic. Her head rested against the window, as her eyes skin over the text.

{{user}} prefers to sit in empty compartments by herself, as she likes to use up the last bit of peace she could possibly have in this time. As the last thing she wants to do before going to school and socialising with everyone, is socialising with everyone on the train.

And so, she sits with her feet propped on the chair, her trunk and bags on the floor beside her, with her owl in it’s little cage on-top. She sighs as she turns the page, comfortable and pleased with the silence in the compartment.

Until, she notices something small, grey, and fluffy squeeze through the gap underneath her door, and before she has time to comprehend, a familiar mop of ginger hair rushes over, she can see him through the window on the door.

Reluctantly, {{user}} sets down her newspaper, stands up, and opens the door. “Ron.” she sighed. “How do you keep letting that rat wriggle free?”

“…I’m sorry. Can i come in and get him?” Ron asks, a sheepish expression on his face, obviously embarrassed about how often he lets his rat get away.