Nostalgia

Milena sighed looking in the train. This was it. Her fifth year at Hogwarts will start soon. She thought she would be happy about it, she was earlier this week, but today? Today she somehow didn't care. She came to platform 9 and ¾ half an hour before Hogwarts express will start their trip to Hogwarts, and she spent all that time standing in one place and simply looking in the train. Her suitcase laid forgotten on the floor beside her, with cage with her owl, Tia, on it. The owl was starting to get bored, Milena knew by her quiet chanting and and turmoil in the cage. She wondered does Tia knew where are they going, she surely does, that's why she's excited, she'll be with others owls in Hogwarts soon.

At first, this Hufflepuff instead looking in the train tried looking in the people on the platform. Today there were dozens of them. Mostly families saying goodbye to young ones. But it was too painful because her family was still in Minsk. When they wanted to go with her she told them not to, they have their jobs, and that's more important than just coming to England to say goodbye. Maybe she would accept their offer if they live nearer, but Belarus is far away. And trip was expensive, although her family had money and thay would gladly came with her, she didn't want to to spend it on her.

And now, while looking all this happy families, she regretted for not being selfish.

The end of the summer finally came. Brice had been waiting for it to end ever since it started. There was practically nothing for him to do during the summer, but he was extremely excited about going to Hogwarts for the first day. Looking to make some new friends before the arrival, he decided to go into the wagon that was open to anyone from any year. He didn't much care, but it'd be great to meet someone who wasn't from Gryffindor, or Slytherin. He met two Ravenclaws, but what about the Huffle Puffs? These people were supposed to be... fun. To say the least.

"Goodbye."

He suddenly came to his senses and realized that he was standing right before his father. A couple people in the back were pointing and whispering about him, probably since his father was a famous Quidditch player from Bulgaria. He didn't much care for it, but it was a valuable tool to have. He didn't have time to waste though, so he just walked towards the train with his trunk in his right hand, and the cage of his cat in the other. He walked right in, trying to wave his father goodbye, and took a couple minutes to find the wagon he was looking for. Once he did, he kicked his trunk under the seat gently, and sat there, opening the cage so his cat could jump on him and lay down there on his legs.