Merlin, could you believe it? Hugo was a fifth year, not a firstie, a FIFTH year. Maybe it wasn't a big deal for someone else but for HIM, man, this was huuuuge. Okay maybe not that huge but still he felt pretty awesome, he was now a grown up, a responsible young man, good looking and all the good things. Heh.

The only tiny detail he wasn't very excited about was the OWLs. No, sir that was boring and exhaustive and just not cool. But oh well. The boy just said goodbye to his mom and dad and headed to....to walk around King's Cross 'cause there was plenty of time before he had to leave.