Magnus looked back over at Alistair. "Oh Hogwarts. Well judging by our speed and I am sadly unaware of the distance but I will judge ab out two to three hours. Any more than that then they should have provided beds." He said as he observed the cabin. "The cabins are a wee bit small for a distanced ride more that of two to three hours as well and I hear from my foster parent that they offer sweets instead of full meals so yeah the ride shouldn't be over the estimation." He then pulled out some wizarding money and got up. He poked his head out side of the door. The trolley was coming there way and Magnus flagged it down. The lady smiled as asked what he wanted. "Well granny said I should try chocolate frogs, Bertie Botts Every Flavor beans, and I will take a pumpkin fizz for all of us." He said as he gestured to the other two in the cabin. He handed the woman the correct amount, having just learned a couple of weeks ago the ins and outs of the money. He then took the treats and sat back down. His owl Merlin chirped happily as Magnus opened a can of the pumpkin fizz and opened his beak. Magnus drew his wand and twirled it over the opening and floated a very small amount into the owls mouth. Merlin shivered with pleasure and nuzzled up to Magnus. "Here ya go gents. He said as he handed the drinks to the two and went to open a box of the beans. "I have heard that these are very good and very gross." He hesitantly picked up a bean and popped it into his mouth and chewed it....his face twisted into that of the thing he put in his mouth tasted nasty. "Ugh that was gross...I think it was rotten eggs..." He said as he pulled out a red bean quickly popped it in and chewed it. Thankfully it was tomato flavored. "Not great but this one is better. Oh I guess I should give a bit of back ground...I am not from the wizarding world originally. I am an orphan and until about a month ago I never knew who I was and what I could do. Childhood after my parents died was one thing after another. I am not even sure if my parents were wizards, but thanks to my granny Agnes and the letter I finally don't feel so odd. OH and in case you wondered why some of my features change, like my hair and eyes. Apparently I am something called a Metamorphagus. Normally people can like me can control their changes but my seemed to be ruled by my emotions. I am hopeing I might be able to change that why here at Hogwarts." He said then took a long drink. "So what are your stories?"