Feeling ambiciously optimistic about this year, Emiliano stepped on the train, as saying bye to his sister, Diana by the platform and telling him to be nice this year and don't get distracted. His grades weren't actually those expected from a Ravenclaw boy, but wow, you guys know he had this bit of...to think about all year. Well said, that person to think about, and don't you ever forget drama. It had been like a soap opera last term.

He found a compartment, empty; he sat and took out a few quills and ink, as well parchment. Time to write, it seemed.