Pulling his trolley to a stop, the Ravenclaw lad fished his pockets for his wristwatch, then slipped it on and checked the time. He was a little early, and pondered if he should grab something to eat at the station or just wait until he gets on board the train. He shifted around and eyed the snack bar-- it was crowded and lines were long-ish, the last thing he wanted was to get stuck without an assurance of actually getting food then run late for the train. He turned back around just to see several witches and wizards still waiting their turn to enter the wall.

Lines... they're everywere. Sigh.