"Come on Dean!" Sam Winchester said out of breath. "The train's leaving!" Both brothers quickly ran past all the parents that were waving their children good-bye from Platform 9 3/4 to jump onto the moving train. Sam hopped on first, followed closely by Dean.
"We…we made it," Sam said, trying to catch his breath. "I told you we would," panted Dean. "Come on," he slung his bag over his shoulder, still breathing hard, "time to find some seats." Sam lifted his two suitcases and followed his brother.
They walked down the very thin corridor to find Sherlock and John. Dean suddenly stopped (Sam running into him) as he found their friends in one of the train booths, sitting opposite each other. He slid open the door and plopped next to Sherlock as Sam put up his suitcases. " 'Sup guys," Dean said, plopping his bag next to him.
Sherlock shook his head slightly in disapproval as John greeted them both. "So, what kept you guys this year?" "Isn't it obvious?" Sherlock said casually. Dean rolled his eyes saying, "Oh God, you're not gonna do that deducing thing to me are you?" Sherlock ignored him. "You and your brother have perspired showing that you had difficulty getting here. Probably due to the fact that you both were running 'surprisingly' late."
"How does he do that?" Sam asked John. "He saw you running across the station," John replied. Sherlock narrowed his eyes.
"Well, we would've been on time if someone had already been packed," Sam said turning towards Dean. "We would've gotten here one way or another. We always do." Ever since they were first years the Winchester brothers had always been late to Platform 9 ¾ . Every. Single. Year. Now they were sixth years and nothing had changed.
"So what's new with you guys?" Sam asked. "Nothing much. But have you heard about this Tri-Wizard Tournament thing that's supposed to be going on at school?" John asked.