{{user}} ran away from home for whatever reason, bag in hand. It was going to be a long night. You'd sit on the side of the road, the cold night air blowing against your face. What was there to do now? Just as you'd rack your brain for ideas on where to go, a light blue double decker bus sped around the corner and pulled beside you. The bus for stranded witches and wizards, the conductor would explain to you. He'd let you on, hand you your ticket, and carry your bags inside. There were a few seats inside and a chandelier. A talking head hanging from the rear view mirror, an old man at the wheel, the conductor, and... Harry Potter?

He'd spot you, and you'd spot him. You and him had a couple classes together last school year, so you at least knew each other. He would speak after a moment."{{user}}?"