Calvin stared in to space for a little while, humming lightly to himself as he waited for his friends. He was eager to hear about their summers. It was very refreshing, being able to see them - sure, school was dull and Calvin had a year of stress that would end in crucial exams ahead of him, but it was worth it if he was making good memories alongside people he enjoyed spending time with. He rubbed his eyes. Although he had slept okay the previous night, he hadn't been sleeping well over most of the summer, which had led to a pretty distorted sleeping pattern that resulted in him being quite lethargic.

Calvin glanced in to the hallway of the train and caught one of his friends' eyes as they approached - Zef, a Slytherin and a good friend of Calvin's, was the first of them to arrive - and just before entering, he managed to once again walk in to the doorframe. "Good to see you Calvin," Zef said upon entering the compartment, rubbing his head as he did so. Calvin couldn't help but crack a smirk. It had become somewhat of a regular occurrence that Zef hit his head of things, the train doorframe in particular - Calvin knew Zef wouldn't be hurt too badly and he was pretty sure smirking wouldn't offend him at all, so it was all in good humour. It amused Calvin that this was their first meeting of the year, and Zef had already hit his head.

"Hey, Zef," Calvin smiled, genuinely happy to see his friend as Zef took a seat opposite Calvin and began to converse. "Oh, you know. It was okay," Calvin breathed. "I'm sort of glad it's over. It was nice having nothing to do for a while, but it got monotonous. By the end I was really looking forward to getting back. How-" Calvin was about to ask Zef about his summer before Stella arrived. "Hey," Calvin greeted his Hufflepuff friend. Part of him wondered if she'd had any of her visions lately, because he could comprehend that they had the potential to be very dark and painful things to deal with. Nevertheless, he decided not to ask - even though she was very mature about it, it probably wouldn't be a great thing to talk about on the first day back. She asked the same question that Zef had asked him in regards to how his holiday had been, to which he gave a similar answer as he did to Zef. He wasn't going to pretend he had a brilliant summer and he was happy to be honest with his friends.

Before long, Adelie arrived, looking slightly concerned that her best friend Rin was not here. "Hey, Adelie," Calvin greeted brightly, before shaking his head to her question. "Nope, she's not here yet." He wasn't too worried - Rin didn't exactly have the most orthodox methods but he trusted that she could make it here okay - he knew why Adelie was asking, though, as the two Gryffindor students in the group were as close as any of them - Calvin wouldn't say he had a best friend in particular, as he saw all of his friends in a similar value, though Adelie and Rin were truly best friends.

When Rin eventually did enter, Calvin could see she was not her usual self - she seemed off the boil in some sort of way. He would have said something, but the way she acted just seemed like she would rather he not. He frowned slightly, concerned, but in an attempt to prevent any unwanted attention, he decided to bring up another subject. "So, uh, anyone actually do anything worthy of an anecdote over the summer?" He asked sluggishly, peering around. It seemed like quite a dispiriting question to ask, but he said it in a tongue-in-cheek way.

It seemed Rin had arrived just in time, as around the same time that she took her seat, the train began to slowly chug. Calvin peered out the window as the station was slowly pulled out of his vision. Before long, the train was going at a considerable pace - Calvin glanced down at the one bag that he had taken in to the compartment with him - it contained some money and his school uniform, which he would likely change in to later in the trip when he had the chance - at the moment, however, he was quite happy in his casual clothing.

Rain began pelting off of the windows, though Calvin took no notice of it, he was more interesting in catching up for his friends. The journey would last several hours, meaning it would be dark by the time they arrived at Hogwarts. It felt like this trip alone would be better than the vast majority of his holiday. It was a pretty depressing thought that he was quick to remove from his head when he realised that it would be counter-productive if he was trying to enjoy himself. He eagerly awaited anyone's stories from the summer.