Taking a seat in one of the carriages at the back of the train, Ewan sat next to the window, his eyes on the ever changing scenery, and a somewhat glazed expression across his face. He really wasn’t sure if he was happy or sad to be leaving Hogwarts. All he knew was, his life was about to become a whole lot harder. He’d gotten a little soft at Hogwarts. All of the regular meals and the comfort of the castle had made him soft. It had made him weak. Weakness wasn’t an option. Not right now anyway.