This was it. Hogwarts, no going back now, he was on the platform, his bags were packed and the ticket, that strangely exciting, but terrifying ticket was clasped in his lightly tanned hand as he pulled his trolley along the platform. His parents had gotten into a small argument and had shooed him out of the car with some money and a promise to meet up before the train left. Damien knew his parents well enough to realize they were probably, actually, snogging.

Anyway, he was hungry, and unless he was mistaken there was..... PIZZA, nearby.

Damien followed the delicious scent wafting through the crowds towards a little cafe sort of place, his stomach clearly sensing that he was close to food, gave an almighty growl and Damien pressed onward toward the glorious smell of baked bread, melted cheese and- Raspberries? Raspberries was a scent young Mr. Anderson-Belfort did not associate with train stations, pizza or Hogwarts, but rather a possibly mad, slightly evil girl with the brightest pink hair he'd ever seen. It didn't take the tall boy long before he spotted the aforementioned pink hair and in a minute he was behind her, and crushing her in a big, enormously big, enormously big, ginormous hug. "Rorie Hazelwood! Old Sport! What a surprise to see your fine, but dubious countenance," Damien said, adopting the accent of a Gatsby-like character.

"Oh hey! Pizza!" He released the petite girl and opened the pizza box, practically tearing up at the sight of the beauteous pizza within. "I'm in love." He said, handing back the box to the other girl, who... Looked familiar, now that he thought about it....