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Milo knew people on this train. Two also-first-year friends, or so it had (allegedly) turned out, were around here somewhere. There had been talk of sharing a compartment and then a boat, but so far he'd made little effort to follow up on that. Then there were his kin; uncles mostly, four of them, ranging from seventh year to second. Maybe cousins too. Didn't know. Hadn't asked. He traversed the train alone.
His shoes were tied together at the laces, and he swung the pair lightly at his side as he walked on invariably odd-socked feet. In his other hand, a biscuit - Milo didn't know who had made it, but the story went that the batch was homemade - the edges already nibbled away as he spiralled his way to its centre. The biscuits concealed variously about his person would see him through the day, and the evening that followed it.
Milo didn't know where he was going, or who he was looking for, but he knew that he'd know once he found it. As well as the odd sock situation, all of his clothes were worn back-to-front, front-to-back. Halfway through the front cars, he turned one hundred and eighty degrees and seamlessly transitioned into a backwards walk down the narrow train corridor. Better.
He took another tiny bite of the chocolate chip cookie. Not great, but not poison, so that was okay.
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