Dylan carried his guitar case in one hand and his cat carrier in the other as he made his way onto the train. Seeing that he was one of the first to get on, he took the first empty compartment he saw and he waited for Bleu to join him. He looked out the window at the students who were beginning to board the train. He smiled, happy that he was finally going home to see his family. He couldn't wait to see them. The fifth year turned to the cat carrier and let Ginger out, chuckling as she hopped onto his lap and curled up.