Callum Robertson | Kings Cross
Cal walked through Kings Cross Station, doing as he was told by his parents. Of course, they weren't there to send him off, because they were, 'to busy'. Cal was tired of it, and he was actually glad they weren't there, as he didn't want to have hear them complain about one of his flaws. As he went through the wall, Arrow yipped in confusion, as to why they didn't crash into the wall. "It's magic, Arrow. You'll be seeing a lot of that where we're going." Arrow barked once again in response, what he said, was unknown to Cal. Now, Cal actually smiled. He never did, because most of the time, he was with his bothersome parents. Now, he was free from them. Cal ran a hand through his hair, just to make it a little more casual. He still wanted to look nice, just not prefect nice.
There it was, the Hogwarts Express. The whistle chirped twice, it was loud and shrill, but the sound made Cal happy, as this is what he always wanted to do, ever since he found out about it. The steam was rolling of the train like clouds. One puff when into Cal's throat, and he coughed violently, before placing Arrow in his arms, and walking into the train, giving his belongings to the porter. He sat down in Compartment 2. Arrow barked again, this time more impatiently, if, Wolfs could be inpatient. "Don't worry, we'll be there soon."