~ тнє тяσℓℓєу ~ September first, it was finally the start of term. Peter had only turned eleven yesterday, but he was already feeling more confident. “Peter, don’t forget your-” Peter’s mum started, obviously worried. Peter interrupted her, “I’ve got all my stuff.” His mum had always been overly cautious and concerned about Peter, probably because of how he was friendless and isolated. Him and his family arrived at the muggle train station, where they said their goodbyes and Peter disappeared through the wall between platforms nine and ten. Peter stood in awe as he stared at the train, The Hogwarts Express. That’s right, he was going to go to the best school of magic there is, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Peter boarded the train, trying to find an empty compartment. He looked in a few of them, unable to find one. One of them had a platinum blonde haired girl in it, one had a tanner boy with glasses and a boy with longer black hair in it, and a scarred brown-haired boy that’s sleeping in another one. He sat down across from the person who seemed to be sleeping, putting his luggage up top the seat. “Trolley! Anyone want anything from the trolley?” An elderly woman called out, causing Peter to look at the trolley that was being pushed through the train. It apparently also made the other boy stir, because he started to wake up. Peter looked out the door of the compartment, “Could I get some…Sugar Quills and Fizzing Whizzbees?” The woman nodded and the other boy woke up almost instantly, rubbing his eyes, “Uhm… One bit of Honeydukes chocolate, please.” The woman gave them the sweets then held her hand out, expecting payment. Peter gave her a few sickles, while the brown haired boy rummaged through his pockets for spare change. He ended up taking out a handful of knuts and putting them in her hand with an embarrassed expression, taking the piece of chocolate. As the woman walked off, the two boys made eye contact, quickly breaking it. The boy who was once sleeping looked at Peter again, “Hey, what’s your name?” Peter glanced at him, “Peter Pettigrew, you?” The boy smiled, “My name is Remus Lupin, nice to meet you.”
