Ok, this is my newest baby. I got bored in my journalism class and this is the result.
Evander Williams walked throught the barrier onto Platform 9 3/4. He sighed, tossing his jacket over his shoulder. The black leather took on a red tinge as he walked toward the steam-engine, reflecting the train's scarlet paint.
Thankful he had decided to come early to avoid the main rush crowd, Evander climbed aboard and made his way to the last compartment. He was careful not to jostle the precious bundle in his arm, covered by his jacket to block the overwhelming noise and the insanely bright surroundings.
The offer to teach at Hogwarts had been impossible to turn down. The pay wouldn't be as good as the winnings from professional dueling, but the circuit was no place for a child. Evander had never thought about that particular problem until his best friend died, moving him from the role of godfather to guardian of the toddler currently drooling on his shoulder.
Grimacing slightly at the mess before getting rid of it (Merlin, how he loved magic!), Evander cast a silencing ward around the compartment that would allow Dros to continue his nap uninterrupted and carefully placed him on one of the booth-like seats, moving his jacket away from the slumbering child's face and tucking it around him.
Alexandros looked so much like his mother. He had her beautiful chesnut hair and most of his facial expressions screamed "son of Julianna Winters!"
The train began to pull out of the station with a jerk. Evander took his own seat and pulled out his lesson plans, mentally preparing himself for the year ahead.