[center] David Saint-Vincent [/center]

David ignored the looks the Muggles gave him as he walked through King's Cross Station. To be fair, he did have a wand in his hand and a book on "The Last Words of A Dying Wombat" floating in front of him as he ate an apple. His luggage followed closely behind, the cart following him of its own volition. 

"Freak," a young voice said as someone knocked past him, shoving in elbow into his side. David grunted slightly but didn't yelp. His book fell to the ground near a man wearing a sort of vest. David looked back to see who had shoved into him. He saw a boy sneer at him before disappearing into the crowed. After a few seconds, he realized that his hand had clutched his wand harder. He loosened his grip and turned back to retrieve his book from the ground. He recognized McCarthy, of his professors. David flicked his wand and his book lifted itself and placed itself in David's book bag. 

David looked toward the individuals McCarthy was watching, feeling slight apprehension. 

"Pretty soon we'll be needing a Defense against the Muggles class, professor," David said. His Brittany accent not exactly French, but more of a meld of British/celtic and French unique to Brittany. "See you at school professor," David said, before moving around his cart and pushing it and himself through the wall and onto the platform. The sound of whistle was deafening. He waved his wand and his book back lifted from the cart to float beside him. An attendant smiled as they took his cart, "Welcome to Platform 9 3/4, young wizard. Please join your comrades on the train," she said, "don't want to be left behind." David smiled at her and boarded the train. 

Once again his book was in front of his face, floating, the pages turning as he finished a page. His Raven, which had been sitting quietly on his shoulder, started to get excited slightly. "Calm down," David muttered. 

Then suddenly an owl burst out, came towards him, then flew into the compartment he had just about to enter, knocking his book to the ground for the second time. Singer glided down next to the owl, and approached a young girl sitting in one of the seats. 

"I greatly apologize," David said. At least Singer hadn't- the raven suddenly burst into song, the annoying tune filling the entire compartment and the train cart. David snatch the bird away and placed a hand on the birds beak, "oh you are so going to get it." He looked at the others in the compartment. 

Great first impression. His face was utterly red.