Stepping deftly onto the train, Ott finds a compartment that only one other person is in. Seeing she is busy working on something, he takes a seat across from her and stretches out his long legs. Making sure to put them more to the side as not to disturb her.

Looking around, he wonders how long the train ride is, having not been to this school before, but not willing to ask anyone. There is pride you know... he thinks sternly to himself.

Glancing down at the pocket of his robes, he takes out his wand. Still in awe of having a wand and not a staff any longer, he twirls it in his fingers gently studying it, carefully.