Every year it was the same. Help the new kids get on the train. Help the new kids on the train. Help the new kids get off of the train. Being a more advanced year had its advantages, but sometimes it could suck. Luchas had to be happy though. He was a prefect and he wanted to put on a big smiling face for the first years, so they'll get some more people in Ravenclaw.
He put all of his bags where they needed to be, despite his carry-on which of course held his prefect badge, not wanting to get it stolen... Again. He already knew where he was going to be sitting on the train. With all of the other prefects. He was waiting for some of the other people to get on that way he coud help any stragglers later on.
He paced around King Cross Station, holding onto the strap of his messenger bag. He ran his other hand through his somewhat short dirty-blonde hair. He took a deep breath to prepare him for the rest of the day. This year, everyone would be looking up to him. Granted, there was still the headboy and headgirl and the other prefect, but he was one of these figure heads. That still was a lot to live up to.
Even though this was her second year, she was still a bit nervous. She wasn't the newbie anymore, but she was still scared. Meghan ran through to the platform and stood still for a second and looked towards the Hogwarts Express. She moved out of the way, not wanting to get run over, particularly by anyone older than her.
She drove her trolley over to the train and gave it to the person that would load her luggage onto the train. She grabbed the bag she would take onto the train with her, and she walked over to the door of the train. She looked at the now forming crowd and sighed, feeling little since everyone around her was way older or taller.
She pulled herself onto the train and walked down the way to see if she could find a place to sit. When she finally found an empty cart, she opened the door and walked in. She slid the door closed and sat down, putting her bag down next to her in the seat. She took a deep breath and looked out the window, trying to pass time. She was ready to leave.
He stood with his mother at Kings Cross Station in the middle of a huge crowd. He was nervous. This was going to be his first year at Hogwarts. It was nerve-racking to see a bunch of people walk by all from the different houses. He wanted to get into Slytherin, just like the rest of his family. Well, with the exception of his aunt.
He was also excited. He grew up in the wizarding world but finally got to see the others like him, others his age. He had already put his stuff need be and was saying his final farewells to his mom before getting onto the train.