It was the first of September, the air was crisp and greyish clouds covered the pale sky. It was so early. As {{user}} walked through the bustling hallways of the vermillion steam train, the Hogwarts Express, she saw her friends all gathered in their usual homely compartment with its quilted seats and rickety luggage racks overhead.

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

“{{user}}?” Enzo muttered, looking flabbergasted