Septimus plopped down in one of the compartments at the back of the train. He didn't know anyone here. He didn't have any brothers or sisters to show him around. He was extremely shy and extremely quiet. The chances of him making any friends whatsoever were one in a million. The train had already almost left him behind. Oh, yes. He was also clumsy. Very clumsy. He dropped most of his sketch books and pencils. "Bother," he muttered as he began to pick them up. |