Cold September wind whirled around Platform 9 3/4 tugging at scarves and whistling through hair. Albus Potter tugged his jacket closer, his bright green eyes scanning the crowd for his best friend Scorpius Malfoy as his cousin Rose chatted his ear off. Right on cue Scorpius came running up, his blonde hair messy and his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Sorry I'm late," he said breathlessly, "couldn't find my broom."
"Well," Rose said frostily, "I'm off."
"Oh come on," Albus sighed "can't you two give it a break?" Rose answered by marching away, the braid she had forced her bushy red hair into whipping the air as she left.
"Good riddance," Scorpius said. Albus sighed.
"Let's go find a compartment."
The train ride to school was as boring as ever and left both boys thoroughly depleted of energy. The two Gryffindors made slowly their way up to castle laughing and chatting with the other two boys in their dorm, Aaron Finnagin, a music loving black haired boy that played the cello, and Thomas Kedner, a talkative Quad Pot obsessed boy whose dirty blonde hair was often covered in ash.
"Well, I personally have no experience with hat-eating dressers, but I would-" Thomas was cut off as they took their seats and Professor Sinistra shushed them ferociously.
"This is sooo boring" moaned James Potter, Albus's very very annoying older brother. Albus privately agreed.
"Show some respect, James" snapped Rose. She, unlike Albus, and almost every other student, was actually paying attention. Beside her, not to be out done, Scorpius sat rigid as a board and looking as though he actually cared about the sorting. Albus sighed and resigned himself to watching James and Lysander play, 'who can throw a fork farthest'.
The feast finally appeared as Zueller, Carrie was sorted into Hufflepuff. Albus threw whatever he could onto his plate only stopping when he realized his food looked more like a pile of compost then actual food. When the last toffee mouse had been consumed, Albus and the other boys tiredly began their long walk up to the dorms.
Albus wondered how, once again, James had managed too get a detention in less then one hour of being a Hogwarts; he hoped Professor Longbottum would be able to repair the fork holes in his hat. He tuned back into the conversation.
"You know what Hogwarts needs, escalators," Aaron was saying.
"What's an escalator?", Scorpius asked interestedly.
"Honestly, who doesn't know what an escalator is," Rose said.
"Well," Scorpius said "SOME of us are pure bloods."
"And some of us aren't discriminatory bigots," Rose responded, her face growing redder.
"Come on, he was only joking" Albus pleaded; he was stuck playing peacemaker and it was only the first day back, great. Luckily, as they rounded the corner they saw the Fat Lady's portrait and any further arguing was avoided.
Albus smiled as he sunk down onto his softer-then-clouds bed. He was back at Hogwarts!