Brent wandered the corridors of the train, trying to figure out the answer to the ultimate question--where was the 'cool place' to sit? Kids in America always flocked to the back of buses and trains, but what about kids in Great Britain? Brent didn't even know that many people here, and the few people he did know, he had only talked to once in Diagon Alley. He decided on the middle of the train. At least this way, he'd be as close to the front as he was the back.

He flipped back his hair and casually glanced in each compartment. Almost every one of them was full. Perfect. [/sarcasm] Where was his brother at anyway? The kid had disappeared almost immediately after boarding. Brent finally settled on a compartment and found a seat. He still had no idea what house he'd be in. He had kind of pegged himself as a Gryffindor, but Slytherin wouldn't be all that bad either. He pulled out a piece of candy and peeled back the wrapper as he glanced out the window. Supposedly, this was a really long train ride. Reeeeeally long.