Trunk and toad in tow, the Mancini clan walked into King's Cross Station. It had been a tense several moments as they had accidentally gone the wrong way underground. Well, it was tense for Mr. Mancini, at least.

"They really shouldn't have it connected to St. Pancras without good enough signs. All this 'Way Out' business... They're lucky we didn't get on a train to France, honestly!"

Mrs. Mancini, on the other hand, handled it differently. "Daniel, I tried to tell you I wanted to use Wizarding transportation. Then this never would have happened."

Meanwhile, first year student Logan Paolo Mancini kept checking his watch. We're going to miss the train if we're not careful. While his parents hadn't been looking, he had asked someone for directions, then quietly led them to where they needed to be. And so it was that the Italian bunch arrived at half ten in the morning. Now all I have to do is figure out where on earth my train leaves from. While his parents went to grab coffee at some French-sounding restaurant ("Pret a Manger! How continental!") the 11-year-old stood under the great white ceiling and stared up at the departures board, announcements about platform changes playing like a tape in the back of his mind.

"There is no nine and three quarters.." he murmured. But he reasoned that, since 9 and 10 were to his right and through the gates, he'd need to go that way. "And buy a ticket? What a ripoff!" His parents joined him and they made their way through to the trains together.

"There's nine and ten. Remember, we're meeting Auntie Fina at Diagon Alley for lunch, so we really have to run, dear. If you need help, just ask someone that doesn't look too much like a muggle. Come give us hugs."

He obediently embraced his parents, then watched them head down the lifts to the "Tube trains," as his father had called them.

Logan Mancini was alone, with no idea what to do next.