After being kept up all night by his muggle twin brother, Gale wanted nothing more than to get this day over with. His appearance was less than satisfactory, with messy, dirty blond hair and large bags under his eyes, he looked like he could suck you dry of anything pleasant or uplifting. People were moving in all directions, and this slightly irritated Gale. The crowd was endless, ad he was only a minority among these bustling ants.
After swimming his way through the infested platform, Gale finally made it to the train. Heaving his rather light luggage behind him in a small, dust covered trunk that threatened to fall to pieces with every step he took.
By avoiding the sections of the train with the most of the commotion, he managed to find himself an empty cart that was relatively quiet and partly smelled of feet. Probably not the best of places, but Gale was pleased to be away from people. He put his luggage up on the rack, bits of old, rotten wood falling into his eyes. He rubbed them tiredly, waded up his spare robe, and fell into a deep sleep with one arm laying lazily over his eyes. His dirt covered boots stained the covered bench.
He wasn't looking to make friends, they'd probably all seperate in the sorting anyways so he couldn't find a real point to it. He'd rather catch up on his sleep while he still had the chance.