Wyatt Blackwood
Location: Hogwarts Express
Interacting With: No one
As usual, Wyatt's parents were always at work so they weren't able to see their son off on his 6th year at Hogwarts. He hated how much they had to work to support their family as well as finance Wyatt's school supplies. The only reason Wyatt even attended the school was because his parents pushed him to do so. They wanted their son to grow up to be a strong wizard with a good job so he wouldn't have to struggle like they did. With his parents being muggles, they really didn't understand that much about magic outside of what Wyatt has described, but nevertheless they were extremely proud their son was excelling in his studies.
After rolling his trolley through the portal between Platforms 9 and 10, Wyatt found himself on Platform 9 3/4 just in time as the last of the students were boarding the train. He gave his belongings to the loaders and entered the train with a bag hanging from his left shoulder filled with books that he was going to read on the way and his black cat Jinx. He had already read half over the summer and planned on reading the rest of the books he was given for this term before classes even began. Making his way down the compartment aisles, he was wearing black on black like usual when he wasn't in uniform. He had on a black jumper, black jeans, black boots and wore a long brimmed fedora hat that those in the muggle world called a witches hat. Instead of wearing his normal glasses, he had on his contact lenses but hid them behind black sunglasses due to lack of sleep and disgusting baggy eyes from overnight studying. As usual he was walking and reading a book at the same time, taking a chance of bumping into someone in front of him. After passing a few familiar faces and a compartment filled with the pretty boys from Satan, he finally found an empty on just like he wanted and settled in.
Wyatt sat Jinx on the floor and immediately started to go back into his book. It was a complete life saver as the lady with the trolley full of goodies came passing back. He shot up and searched his pockets for a few galleons.
"I need some coffee please. Black and a few cubes of sugar." Wyatt needed something to make him more alert and not so dead looking. At the moment he was completely pale and his eyes were sunken in. Thank god for his sunglasses. Hopefully Quidditch practice would be scheduled soon so he can get his tan back. He gave the lady his money and sat back down to sip his beverage. Just as he was about to get back into his Transfiguration text book, some random 5th year Slytherin passed by his compartment with some smart remark.
"Mudblood already hitting the books. Spare us your know-it-all babble this year and jump out of the train would ya," the boy mumbled as he passed by. Wyatt looked over and glared at the boy as he started to walk away. Wyatt brought his hand over his mouth and fake coughed, muttering a charm as he did so.
"Confundo." Just then the boy became disoriented and ran smack into a random compartment door, falling on his behind. Wyatt smirked and looked out of his compartment at the 5th year. "You should really watch where you're going. You're disturbing the peaceful atmosphere and some of us are trying to study." Jinx growled and hissed at the boy as he tried to stand up and regain his posture, only to fall again.
