Luna glanced forlornly about the train. She both hoped and dreaded to see the long red hair of her friend outside the compartment. She sighed and turned back to her issue of the Quibbler. But the magazine that her father was gone so often for went limp in her hands. She turned to the window, watching the bustling parents chasing their young wizards about, scrambling to get them on the train.
The older ones mingled about, catching up with friends. They had probably seen them over the summer holidays, though. Luna shook her head, attempting to banish the horrid thoughts of her holidays. As if she had fallen in a pensive, the thoughts began to drown her, despite her protests.