All around him, students were celebrating and making plans for their summers and everything that came after. Ducky Baker found himself struggling to maintain his usual aura of cockiness, as he had no answer yet to what his life would be. He had failed Transfiguration and Charms, miserably failed, as in had to submit an appeal failed. He could not afford to retake the year, with his father's health failing and his mother struggling as she always had. He needed to move on, and he had written letter on top of letter in the hopes of getting some sort of summer class to retake the classes.
So it was this that weighed him down as he walked towards the train. Ducky somehow felt years older than his peers, just through the troubles that had plagued and aged him. He was stupid, and irresponsible, and immature, but he felt weary deep in his bones, his eyes haunted by images children should never see, his soul bracing for an unhappy life that would surely end too soon.
He looked up at the train and let out a heavy sigh. Nora had left early with her family, some sort of long-planned vacation taking precedence over their final train ride together. He could see Margo waving him towards her cabin, where he was certain Molly would be, as well as poor Fiona Grimm, he was sure. He nodded his head, managing a wide grin and a wave, all of which faded the second she slipped back into the compartment.
He stepped into line, his relatively light trunk bouncing against his leg. He glanced forward, curious as to the hold up, but only got a glimpse of it once he got on the actual train.
The blonde girl - the sick one. That's all he knew her as, as rumors had passed along quietly that apparently the girl was on her deathbed almost constantly. He wasn't sure of how true those claims were, but he could tell she was struggling with her trunk. Needing a reason the look cheerful, he pushed passed the student in front of him and reached the girl, Katherine... He was positive her name was Katherine.
He reached down and pulled up her trunk, the muscles in his shoulders moving beneath his shirt. "Where are you headed to?" he said, that lazily charming smile easily inching across his face.