"Remember- keep to the basic spells. Find out which spells you can use before you use them. Et cetera." Alan Wake fidgeted with his pocket as he fingered his lighter. James Wake knew that he needed a light, and bad.
"I'll be fine Alan. I've been THERE before." The escalator to the boarding platforms of King's Cross Station were taking their sweet time, and Jame's elbow rested on the rubber-encased railings as he waited for the descent to end.
"Right then. I'm sure you know most of the rules by now."
"Please. After Durmstrang, I'm happy they have 'rules,'" James tried to end the conversation. It was frustrating as it was listening to the old man one last time before his first year in Hogwarts.
"Any accidents-"
"I'll clean up after myself. I've grown up."
"And the Headmaster?"
"We're not associated."
"Good."
James loved the fact that you weren't supposed to smoke in King's Cross. It made saying good bye to the one constant in his life (Alan Wake) all the more cruel to the old man. After almost ten years under his tutelage, James was ready to get out, and go to a school that wasn't marred by extra violence. He wasn't sure how colorful life in Hogwarts would be, but at least he could choose to make a name for himself now. He passed seemlessly into Platform 9 3/4, and immediately began to recognize faces from the battle he'd been so "politely" asked to join. Ne'os Emof, for example. How the cretin could still go to school was not really his problem, but Ace couldn't help but give him a glare of seething dislike. He never really hated a man in his life, but that didn't mean he couldn't pretend.