The platform was way too crowded for his liking as the younger student looked around in awe. Students old and young were gathered, all waiting to get back to school, but with mixed reactions. I, for one, wasn't glad about this, as I had enjoyed my relaxing holiday. Newt, on the other hand, was positively bubbling, though I could sense that his nerves were on the verge of erupting. It was expected; all the first-years are a little anxious on their first day- I remember that even I was slightly scared- and that's normal. But Newt was different to everybody else. He despised socialising and talking to people, even Mummy and I, and he found it awkward to get along with humans. My little brother would much rather be with mummy and the Hippogriffs than attending his own birthday party! I'm worried for him: worried everyone will hate him, worried that he won't fit in, and worried that he won't make any friends, and he'll spend the majority of seven years hidden away in his dormitory, upset. But he tells me he'll be fine, that worrying means I'll suffer twice, just like he always does.

He's a little angel, he is, telling his older brother no to worry. I just can't help it. I don't want my little brother to be hurt by any cruel monster, being, spirit or beast, in the world. He deserves better, and I'll only be happy for him when he is. I mean, don't think I like him or anything, because I don't. I can't stand my brother: he's so annoying! But I'm just worried about him. Of course, I'm a brave person, and I don't often worry, so this feeling is new to me.

And besides, enough about me. It's time you heard the story.

Which story?

Weren't you paying attention to anything at all?

Did you even bother to read the description?

Rude.

The story, my friends, is obvious:

The story of my little brother's first day at Hoggy Warty Hogwarts.