It was a good thing that they used magic to carry luggage, it was a bad thing that Forrest didn't know how to use it to pack his bag.

Somehow, even though he had left stuff behind so he carried less, his belongings didn't fit in the luggage. He'd had to jump on it while someone zipped it closed, and now it looked like it could burst open any moment. He wondered how his mother had arranged it so neatly that there was still some place when he came here. Now, that was magic; because he couldn't even come close to that neatness even after arranging it differently three times. Oh well. He was just left to hoping that it wouldn't burst open.

He hadn't had to carry it until now, but he had to load it aboard, and the small door-thing didn't look like it would be any helpful. He eyed it fearfully, and after a few seconds of chanting You can do it! in his mind, he pulled on the handle of his luggage.

Puuuuull! Oh, this is too hard! Draaaag, puuuuull!

He was flushed with immediate effect, but it didn't even move a millimetre. He wasn't going to give up, though. Instead, he pulled out his wand and swished and flicked while saying "Wingardium Leviosa!" The luggage trembled, didn't want to fly, but he frowned and concentrated, and it got a few centimetres up in the air. With great concentration, he willed it to fly inside the train, and after it was fully inside, it dropped to the ground once more. The little boy wasn't dismayed however that he couldn't fly it all the way to the luggage compartment. On the contrary, he was quite pleased with his wandwork and even looked around with a shining face for some congratulating people. Because his spell was perfect. A few seconds later as the feeling of success faded, he got inside too and started dragging it to the luggage compartment.