I was pushing my cart of suitcases and trunks as if I actually did on a daily basis. However, that would be my first year at Hogwarts, and I barely could contain the emotion. I occasionally sent a quick glance to my father, Lucius, he is known for his temple and serenity. I knew that he hated to let me take something as useless as emotion. He had always told me that the emotions were for the weak, and I had been told not to succumb to them under any circumstances. But that day was special. I felt it in the environment, in my desire to start that journey.

I took a look around, people came and went, some seemed to be waiting for someone, and some didn't seem to know where to go. That was precisely the case of a girl who was walking beside us. Judging by the expression of her brown eyes, no one had told her where she was supposed to go. My wavy, or rather I should say my chaotic hair, was dropping in the back. My hands grabbed my cart with special care, and it gave the feeling that I was costing him a work load with all that.

"Straight, Draco", demanded my father, taking me out of my thoughts and making me give a small groan immediately after. Then he said, "Throw your shoulders back and lift your chin. He had learned that body language was so important, that one could never relax. My family always had characterized us for the good image, we always cause a pleasant first impression, although for me, always keeping my composure and always keeping my eyes to the front at all times had been complicated.

We went without further a do to Platform 9 and three quarters, and without hesitating one second, crossed the barrier. I met her eyes for the same amount of time that I did in the muggle world in the wizard world.