Chapter two - we're done!

It's time.
Standing on the platform 9 3/4, Quincy was looking around, trying to find his sister in the mass. He lost her few minutes ago but was sure she said she'll go to find her friends. He was alone. Students were slowly entering the train and soon there were only parents standing right next to the train - happily or worried - waving to their children who were ignoring them maximally. Though there was some kids, probably firsties, waving back from the train. Some of them looked really scared and he assumed they were muggles, the ones who had no idea what's happening. 

It's time.
Quincy was one of the rare students standing outside but he wasn't ready. It wasn't important now, he's doing this. He has to do this. Unwillingly, he approach the train and step inside, regretting the moment he decided to go back. The students were everywhere and some of theme even put on their school uniforms, even though they were still on the platform. As he was passing by the closed doors, looking for the empty compartment to sit, he remembered his first time on the train. The kid he was then would be ashamed of the person he is now. The kid was laughing and running and was a part of something bigger. Now, he was totally serious, even a little grumpy, he was walking slowly and he most certainly didn't belong there. All of his friends were done with school and he wasn't in the mood in making the new ones. 

He sighed when some kid accidentally punched him in the stomach, while running around trying to find someone. He saw his sister with her friends, some of which were boys. He stopped outside of their coupe but the door were closed. Why are they with her? Why is that boy touching her hand? He shook his head and before it was too late, he left. She wasn't a little girl anymore but seeing her grown... he didn't even want to imagine how she handled the last year. He wasn't ready for a horny boyfriend. It was his sister, his little sister! And yet, the boy was probably just a friend, there was nothing to worry about. He tried to convince himself but... Quincy shook his head again, like he was trying to shake off those thoughts. It worked.

How many times will his heart jump out of his chest today?
He stopped in front of a compartment where he spotted a free sit. He put down his bag even before he came in. "All of the others were full. I'm Quincy, by th..." The words were left hanging in the air, and so was his arm he offered in greeting. Because sitting right next to the window, Milena Ivanova was staring at him. If man could be killed by looking, Quincy would, by now, be dead.