It was the first of September, the air is crisp and greyish clouds covered the pale sky. It was so early as you walked through the bustling hallways of the vermillion steam train, the Hogwarts Express. You see your friends all gathered in their useul homely compartment. With is quilted seats and rickety luggage racks overhead.

Stepping into the compartment and plopping onto a free seat, you greets them with a smile. Silence.

"{{user}}?" Lorenzo muttered, looking flabbergasted.