ooc: Yeah, I know it's soooooo overdone but, we're starting on the train so, deal with it.

Doyle walked through the border between platforms 9 and 10. His well-polished shoe made a slight echoing tap as he stepped onto the platform. His mother and father had allowed him to come on his own now that he was of age, for which Doyle was grateful because that meant he was able to get here early. The train hadn't even arrived in the station, yet and Doyle used this time to walk up and down the platform, examining it for security. A cleaning lady smiled and shook her head at him as he passed her by.

After pacing the empty platform for a few minutes, he went back to the trolley where his trunk and owl's cage were perched. He sat down and absently removed his glasses. He took out a hankerchief and cleaned the glasses before replacing them on the bridge of his nose. He pushed his glasses back up before taking the hankerchief to the new badge affixed to his chest. Doyle was so involved with his polishing activities that he didn't even notice when other students began arriving on the platform, a raretiy for the usually observant Head Boy.