Alfred spent what little time he had on the ride to the train station playing his video games and talking to his siblings about all the cool things he was going to do at Hogwarts (almost constantly losing each race in his game though, due to his lack of concentration).

But, after a while (and after crossing the American-Canadian country boarder) the family came to a stop somewhere in Ontario, a tiny train station that looked to be barely running any more.

He enjoyed what was left of his time with his family, and with his siblings, but just as he and his father had hauled everything into the train compartment; his youngest brother began to cry, apparently realizing just how long his beloved brother would be gone.

"A-A-AAAAAAllllfiiiiieeeee!" Jessie shrieked, gripping on tightly to Alfred's shirt. While his parents cooed, apparently finding this display of utter unmanliness adorable, someone new came by, who immediately stole the attention of all /but/ his weeping baby bro.

A sleek limousine, painted all black, pulled up into the drive way. A boy around Alfred's age stepped out, holding a furry white teddy bear, and looked around, deliberately ignoring the Jones' family.

He tossed his jacket onto the ground, one of his caretakers (friggen /maids/?! Who the hell had maids in this day and age?!) picked it up but didn't speak out against the teen's rude tude. He walks away, another servant reaching inside the car and pulling the most well behaved, most pure white owl Alfred had ever seen before. Its head swiveled around, and Captain's feathers ruffled at the sight of the owl.

Its eyes were chillingly red, and they remained locked on Captain's as it was shuffled out and onto a cart, which that kid had the audacity to SIT ON.

Was he crippled or something?! Why couldn't he just walk?! It wasn't that far!

But, with only the slightest pause and an unasked question, the man pulled it along with no objections.

Mom manages to pry Jessie off me, and I say my final goodbyes. But, to my great misfortune, I was one of the last few onboard and everyone else had either settled in and had no room left, or had locked their doors against new comers.

In the end, I was left with only one choice, Mr. Fancy Pants himself, Cart Rider. "Hey, I'm gonna sit here." I told him, taking the not so plushy seat as far away from him as I could.

He shrugged, but didn't tell me to leave.

The train hadn't even left, but I was dying to ask. Curiosity got the better of me, and I did. "What the hell was with that freaking cart stunt you pulled?"

He looked at me, a brow raised in question. "Je ne me souviens pas de faire un 'cascadeur', je n'avais monté sur le chariot."

Alfred's brain shut down for a moment. God, fucking, DAMNIT! A Frenchie! The guy laughed, and spoke again. "I didn't do a 'stunt', I only rode on the cart, is what I said."

"Why didn't you say it in English!?"

"Because I like seeing that look on peoples' faces." He laughed again, but it wasn't like a mean laugh, like a...good humored one.

Heh, yeah I suppose if I knew another language like that, I would be screwing with people double-time with it. I could understand that. "Okay, pretty funny!" I admitted with a grin. "Think you could stick to English though?"

"I can try." he nodded slightly.

"Okay, explain the cart."

"Well, a cart is usually a flat surface with these neat little things called 'wheels' on the bottom and-"

"Dude."

"Alright, alright! Geeze! The servants get paid more when I'm difficult. There's a spell counter placed on them so that the better and more things they did for me and the less they complained about it, the more their hourly wage went up. I like pissing off my Dad by making him pay twice as much as he would if I wasn't as difficult. They asked me when I was younger to start doing it because a lot of them couldn't keep up with their house payments and junk and I've been doing it ever since. Happy?"

"I'm still kinda working on believing the fact you have servants."

"Well off families tend to have them." The guy shrugged again.