Austin was excited to start his new term. He had made new friends over the summer, and was ready to make more. Even if he didn't make any more friends, he was going to be too nervous about exams anyways. At least he had potions to fall back on. It was one of the few things he knew he was good at. He got that trait from his mom, but that only put more pressure on him. The boy felt the need to do exceptionally well during the exam to make his mother proud.

Thinking about it only made him that much more anxious. So after a quick wave to his father out the window, he settled into the seat. Maybe he'd find one of his friends later.