It wasn’t that Julia wasn’t excited to go to Hogwarts. She was. She’d lain awake most of the previous night and that morning feeling the quiet hum of nerves beneath her skin. If that wasn’t excitement, she didn’t know what was.

At least, she didn’t know what was until she’d arrived at King’s Cross station and been confronted with gleeful screaming, crying, laughing, and such over-the-top explosions of emotion that she had to wonder if it was, in fact, a school to which they were all travelling. One surreptitious check of her ticket assured her that it was the case, and now here she was… searching out a compartment will a little less exuberance (her one-a-day calendar’s word of the day) than the rest of the train. Once it was found, she set about unpacking various travel items that she would in all likelihood never use.