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It hadn't really dawned on him that this was his penultimate ride on the Hogwarts Express. The next time he rode the train, would be at the end of the school year... after completing his seventh and final year. Nope, not dawned on him at all.
Right now, the only thing Maxton was thinking was how annoying this pre-school train meeting in the Prefect's Compartment was. What was the point??
Still, here he was. Hopefully, it'd be a quick one.
"Hey," he mumbled in greeting to everyone and no one in particular. He didn't take a seat just yet, he wasn't planning on hanging around long. Instead he just hovered by the door, hands shoved in his pockets. "We're gonna make this quick, right? I think the trolley lady is almost out of pumpkin pasties." And getting his mitts on them was obviously more important.
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