A long, nerve wracking trip.

Certh had spent the better part of the morning finishing up his shopping in Diagon Alley for his school books and whatever else he needed as well as sorting out his things before he had to board the train. He was looking forward to this day for the past several years, ever since his parents had told him about his magical heritage. He soon watched as the train pulled up into the station and opened it's doors, allowing the students to enter and be seated. Soon he boarded with his trunk and wheeled it down the aisle, continuously glancing for an open compartment so that he could be alone with his 11 year old thoughts. His gaze soon turned to one that was on his right, and his feet seemed to carry him into it. He set his trunk up top on one of the storage areas and then sat down on the bench, his robe dangling on the floor as he sat straight and looked out the window.

Certh was getting rather bored sitting in the compartment by himself. It wasn't that he did not have anyone to talk to, he enjoyed that. It was just that he wanted to atleast 'try' to make a friend or two, manipulate them, make fun of others, that sort of thing. His trunk could be heard being wheeled from a few compartments down as he continued to glance through each window as he made his way down the aisle.

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