 For anyone :) Poke me if you steal him.
Leonard had managed to drag his trunk through with him and sighed as he sat himself down on top of his trunk. Now all he had to do was wait for this train to come and then he'd be on the way to Hogwarts. Somehow he felt emotionally drained as he rested his head in his hands, saying goodbye to his mum was a bit harder than he thought it would be.
He made a mental note to send her a letter after he got to Hogwarts, she'd want to know what he was up to, given she didn't have a clue what sort of stuff they'd be learning. All she knew was what his father had mentioned when he had taken Leonard to Diagon Alley.
Though Leonard had hated every minute of that.
The curly haired boy looked up, eyes wondering around the platform as he looked at the other students. Was he going to be one of the only people that didn't know much? Did the muggleborns know more than he did? After all he grew up in basically the same situation as the muggleborns... and what house would he be in? Was he even going to like it at Hogwarts? Would he be able to leave if he didn't like it?
His fingers began drumming on the trunk underneath him, the weight of the guitar on his back making him feel even more tired and dragged down even though it wasn't that heavy. Closing his eyes he continued drumming his fingers, wanting to just take his guitar out and start playing.
Though that could wait until he was on the train, if he got his own compartment that wouldn't be too weird would it? |