So the boy knew some English, which was good. Now he wouldn't have to speak half assed German the whole train ride, and end up embarrassing himself. 

[color=c4df9b]"Your English isn't bad. Especially compared to my German. My name is Callum, but you can call me Cal."[/color] Cal laughed at his bad German quip, and then moved his hand out to shake Stefen's, but it was interrupted by a knock on the door.

A boy looked through the window, and knocked on it, creating a hollow thud each time. Cal slid open the door, and greeted the boy with a warm smile. But his eyes shifted over to the paper on the seat. He couldn't stop thinking about the name...

Lestrange.