Red walked slowly into the train,watching as every student already had made friends prior to this. He told himself that he would make friends, eventually.

After looking into each small room he found one that was yet to be overfilled. Red put his bags down and started to relax. He pulled out a pillow and laid his back up against it. He pulled out a lollipop, sucking on it, and began messing with his hair. This was what he did when he was nervous, running his hands through his hair.

Red was unsure what to do looked in the mirror. He saw his reflection and breathed in and then out. This was him now. He was sure to make a lot of friends, right. He fixed his hair for what seemed like the 100th time. This is a chance to start over, learn new things, and most of all become a wizard. He was especially excited for that.

The only thing Red truly feared was being what the professor had called him, a muggle born. This was apparently a very low class in wizard society. Granted, Red was used to being low class from growing up in a low income family. He knew the insults that could happen so he braced himself for this school year.

You can't think about that, thought Red. He pulled up a book from his bag, more specifically the book covering potions, and relaxed reading more about each potion.