Dean stood on the platform on his own, his parents had never gone to see him off, so it wasn't as if he had any reason to believe they would do so, now. They were probably discussing something with their cult at the moment, it was a wonder that they still weren't prosecuted for their crimes against muggles!

All he had on him was an enormous traveling bag and a case where 'his' broom was. He hadn't found it necessary to pack much stuff in. Just a bit of clothing--one combination for when he was up and another for when he slept--and a large, black, pointed hat that he thought made him look much taller, even if it was a bit anachronistic. And made him look like a dork. He had also brought a toothbrush, his school-books, and a bottle of shampoo (he had to make some effort to make it seem as if he was going to stop being such a slob). He, naturally, also had his wand with him, which was holstered in his pocket.

He had spent a large portion of his summer practicing his quidditch skills, the other bit was spent reading a large chunk of his new Defense Against the Dark Arts book. He had also been reading an old cookbook he had found, the dishes he saw there looked wonderful! He had practically memorized the content of the pages he had read from both books, now if only his other classes were as interesting...

Although, his poor preparation had come to bit him in the ass! He was shivering because of the cold he was enduring, his nose had already become noticeably red, and he was slightly struggling to breathe through his stuffy nose. For the four years that he attended the school, he had never once bothered to properly preparing himself, he blamed it on his 'chronic laziness disorder'.

He had been receiving some pretty weird looks from some of the people around him, most likely due to his incredibly sloppy appearance. He had already grown accustomed to these looks so there wasn't an ounce of shame in him. Although, he was sure that his older brother had been given very different looks.

His brother was a tall man, about 6'3 in height, and incredibly handsome, not to mention very popular and charismatic. Dean had always thought that he was a bit of an idiot, but he had actually been treated better by his parents than Dean himself was. Mostly because he was planned, while Dean was an accident, not to mention credited to the loss of his mother's figure. Luckily, he was already long gone from the school, he worked somewhere in the government, but Dean didn't really care to find out his position.

Dean had finally entered the train, however, he was struggling to find a seat, and when he did, it was generally with a group of people that he'd rather not speak to. Finally, he had managed to find a carriage that had a fair amount of seats left. He saw two people in there. Ailsa, and Marshall. He didn't know the slightest thing about any of them, but he didn't care, he was getting sore from carrying this stuff. He took his seat in the carriage, mucus now slightly visible from his nose.