♛ Certified Pogrebin Hunter ♛ Lucki Minaj ☠ RAH RAH I'M A DUNGEON DRAGON ☠
A long summer had finally come to an end. Much to his displeasure, Eino had been escorted to King's Cross by his aunt, uncle, and his young cousin, who had taken every single moment together with Eino to ask about the school. It's not that he didn't like them, he just didn't like that they called him Philip. Philip this, Philip that. He couldn't bring himself to ask them to stop, but he didn't dislike them. He just didn't want anyone who knew him as Eino find him being addressed to as Philip. He wouldn't want to explain himself. He was Eino, and he liked being Eino. After exchanging a few words and embraces, the couple departed, leaving Eino, his trunk, and Ino at the entrance. "We oughtn't be late, Ino." The boy said as he began to pull his trunk in the direction of the Platform 9 3/4. By now his fear of muggle vehicles had significantly subsided, but he was still nervous to board the train. This wasn't because of the train, but because that marked the beginning of his fifth school year, and what was so scary about it was that he had been entrusted with a badge and the enormous amount of responsibility that came with it. He was happy, nonetheless, with his decision and excited to return to Hogwarts. He was positive that this would be a good year, nothing could go wrong, not even OWLs! With his badge on his robe, Eino continued towards the platform, hoping to see some familiar faces.
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