🚂 The journey on the Express

The rhythmic clatter of the Express wheels was the only sound audible in the small compartment.

The sliding door opened with a bang. A tall, lanky boy with bright orange-red hair that seemed to glow was standing there. He had a face full of freckles and an expression that oscillated between shyness and curiosity.

Ron: "Is... Is it okay if I sit here?" asked the boy, pointing to the seat in front of you. "Everyone else is taken." My brothers are with their friends, and..." He shrugged resignedly.