Theodore lugged along his trunk, Bree perched on top like the kitty queen that she was, her shiny, embossed collar gleaming as the sunlight streaming in through the windows reflected off of it. Gritting his teeth and pulling it along, Theodore attempted to take his mind off of the manual labor by counting down the days until his seventeenth birthday and the day when he could legally perform magic outside of Hogwarts. Reaching an empty compartment in the middle of the mauve-and-black, coal-chugging steamer that was the Hogwarts Express, the curly-topped teen dropped his trunk onto the carpeted floor with a thunk, causing Bree to hop onto a seat and glare at her weakling of an owner.

After a few more minutes passed, comprised of a struggle attempting to toss the heavy trunk onto the luggage rack near the ceiling while Bree made a game of slinking around his ankles, Theodore flopped down into a seat in the center of one of the cushioned benches, heaving a sigh and wiping his brow. This was it; one more summer and one more year until adulthood, it seemed. The idea was nearly incomprehensible.