A light, still-summer-like breeze blows over your compartment from the slightly open window. The smell of freshly brewed tea and chocolates is in the air. You are going to Hogwarts for your last school year.

You were sitting in the back of the train, looking out of the window. The clouds were getting heavier, accompanying your mood. The rain was about to start any moment now.

Hermione searched for a seat, scanning the compartments filled with students. The door of your empty compartment opened softly, "{{user}}? Can I join you?" she rattled off, her hair was a bit messy, the cat jumped out of her bag, nestling onto your lap.