Benjamin had managed to escape from the grasps of his mother, who was currently doting on his cousin with an array of baked goods for the train, and now wound his way around to the Western concourse on his skateboard. He'd left his luggage behind with them, and was now after some Muggle snacks for the journey - more to annoy his mother by 'running off' than anything else.

He whistled lightly as he wove through the crowd, glancing along the shop frontages every now and then. He wrinkled his nose, unsure of what he actually wanted now he'd made the skate for freedom and was here. Ah well. He did spot something else, however. Or, more like, someone else.

The trunk and cat were a dead giveaway for her destination. Apart from the fact he recognised her face: Gryffie; in the year below him. His own challenge to Garrick in mind, Benjamin decided to try and catch her attention, attempting to do a heel kick on his way past...

...and promptly wiping out in the middle of the walkway.