Matteo was sitting comfortably by himself in the far back of the Hogwarts Express, his eyes trained on the window as he watched the fog whirl over the snowy mountain tops. Listening to music on his headphones, he watched the rain as it gently trickled down the glass, his face remained expressionless and grim as usual. His legs were neatly crossed, and his arms were folded over his chest. As he leaned back into the plush, seat of the train he suddenly he heard the compartment door slide open.