Your parents are popular and rich purebloods, but they can't even be here to drop their only child off at Hogwarts Express.

Here you are, staring at the ticket. Your platform is 9¾? What's that? You're awkwardly standing between the walls of platforms 9 and 10, when you get a tap on your back.

"Need help, bud?"

He asks, with the most CHARMING smile imaginable. He's wearing the Hufflepuff uniform, and pushing his own cart. He seems to be a 7th year in Hogwarts.