If Evan Nam had learned anything his seventh year, it was the art of procrastination. So much so, that he still had not determined if he was heading home when the train rolled into the station or not. His parents would be there to pick up his sister, and his Appa had sent multiple letters asking his plan and if they could do something together that night and yet, he'd never replied. Replying would have meant he had a plan in the first place, which while he generally did.. he was now flying by the seat of his pants.

Which best news for him, was that there was still time to procrastinate before he made his decision. Maybe he could figure it out on the spot when they arrived at the platform. Perhaps that's what he would have to do anyways.

Settling into a compartment at the back of the train, optimal procrastination zone, the former Ravenclaw looked out the window and stretch his long legs out onto the seat in front of him. Normally he'd read for the trip until someone happened along but ... He'd have plenty of time for that later.

What an odd concept.