It was already September's first and Platform Nine and Three-Quarters were bustling with young students waiting to board the famous Hogwarts Express. Some students cried while others were jumping with excitement but Aemilian wasn't any of those. The brunette sat into an empty wagon, sulking as he looked at the platform through the window, quickly waving at his parents as they walked away. It was the eleven-year-olds first year at Hogwarts, and he was anything but excited at best he was mortified. The thoughts of being in a new environment with his condition felt dreadful and his thin hands couldn't help but shake.

He kept mindlessly looking outside as the train began to leave the train station with a loud whistle. As he thought he could be left alone sulking, the young wizard heard the door of his compartment open, and a student as young as him standing there. Phelan opened his mouth to say something, probably for them to go away, but no words escaped the young boy's chapped lips. And as if the other person wasn't there, he looked back outside trying to make himself small despite being so tall at his age, hoping that by ignoring them he could sulk in peace.