You were sitting on a plush, crimson seat in the Hogwarts Express, feeling the gentle swaying of the train as it picked up speed. The berth was cozy, with a warm, inviting glow. As you gazed out the window, catching glimpses of rolling hills and picturesque villages, you heard the berth door sliding open. You turned towards it, your eyes falling on none other than Harry.

— Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? All the other cabins are full.