Receiving a letter via an owl and travelling all the way down to London apparently wasn’t enough already. They had to add walking through a wall on the list of getting on that train. "These people are mad. Mad I tell you!" His father had spoken whilst shaking his head. The poor muggle still had trouble figuring out his son was part of this community now. Muggle... another word Angus had frowned upon. Though the look on his face had caused his son to cackle loudly at home, which in turn had turned the man's frown upside down.

Hugh’s father had dropped the boy off all the way from scotland to king’s cross station. Thinking his son would find the right track on his own, he left him at the entrance. Which Hugh normally would, but it took him a while to figure out the last part. It was not until he talked to what seemed like an unusual looking elderly lady and her granddaughter, that he learned the exact location of track 9^3/4.

Having reached the train he felt relieved, even though he wasn't on that darn red machine yet. But this was only the start of yet another trip into the unknown, he figured. Time to get moving and make sure he at the very least gets himself where they told him to go. He would imagine his father wouldn't have been happy to come and pick him back up all the way down south again. His nervous thoughts seemed to flare up as quick as the train exhausted its steam. Get on that train Hugh. One foot after the other, awrite.

It wasn’t easy for him. Though he was a kind lad, he wasn’t particularly sociable. But he knew he’d have to step up if he wanted to go through with this plan. He scoffed. ‘Plan’, sure... great plan Hugh... try to find somewhere to sit. You don’t want to stand the whole trip.

A big suitcase and some bunched up clothes in his arms made it exceptionally hard for the boy to navigate through the narrow corridors. One person after the other seemed to hit him as if he were at a bumping car fair. One seemingly gigantic brute of a boy eventually smacked Hugh to the side right into an open cabin. With him and his clothes barging in as he landed on his large suitcase.

It took him a bit to regain his line of thought and locate himself on the train. As he looked up, he saw two girls sitting inside. "Well... this is awkward..." He chuckled a bit nervously.
His scottish accent rolling of his tongue. He jumped up and stiffened his stature a bit, quickly dusting off his red sweater and treaded brown trousers.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “I’m Hugh Lowe, nice to meet ye” Yes, that seemed to work. Though his scottish accent was heavily present. He tried to keep it down. “I’ve got no where else to sit. Mind if I join you two in here?”

Anastasia didn't bother glancing up when she heard the compartment door open. She'd see who it was before actually gracing whoever it was with her attention. She hardly wanted to go about being too friendly to the wrong sort. She could always be warmer later. Still, when she heard someone start speaking, she was obliged to look up or risk being flat out rude. "Not yet, so you may if you'd like," Anastasia said, not coldly, but not kindly either. She'd see exactly who this girl was before being especially rude or kind. "If you want, you can go. I expect the other compartments will be filling up soon, so I would settle upon one soon, were I you."

The girl seemed a bit shy for Anastasia's tastes, but not unpleasant. Not yet, at least. 

Anastasia heard another student join them and sighed inwardly. She supposed she'd see if they were worthwhile company, but she was of the preliminary opinion that neither of them had been around any humans before ever. Still, she smiled politely at the boy in the red sweater. "You're welcome to join us if you like. I'm Anastasia Beckett and I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet the two of you as well," Anastasia said to the boy. He seemed a bit scatterbrained, but not altogether hopeless. She had resolved to attempt to reserve judgment, but she wasn't doing a very good job so far. 

"Right." He pointed to the two girls each on turn. "Anastasia? aaaaand... Lililiafixinnerly?" He grimaced a bit on his attempt to pronounce the girl's name. That could have been handled smoother, without a doubt. "Sorry..." He smiled awkwardly as he smacked his suitcase on a rack above their heads, folded up clohes still in his hands. He sat down next to the blonde and eyed the darker haired girl with a slightly quirked eyebrow. Ooooh she's posh. No doubt. His smirk curled up from the thin line that had been his mouth.

The scot eventually went on to answer... Lilifax? Lidiafix? Oof, I'll get it soon.
"A house is a building in which people live, usually the people belonging to one family. You know, bricks, concrete, wood." he made a small cap above his head with both hands as to resemble a roof. He smirked a bit at the blonde as he couldn't help but find himself incredibly funny. "No worries, I'm only joking." He turned a bit on the couch to face Liliafix. Yes, that was it! That's her name. "I actually read some book about this before making my way to this train. See, there apparently are four houses. Blue, yellow, red and green. They each have their own characteristics and some animal sigil. They were designed by the four founders of this school." He shrugged a bit as he smiled at her. He eventually eyed Anastasia. "Anything to add?" His eyebrow flashed up again.

Anastasia sighed inwardly when the girl began to stutter. Her parents had always said that shy people were merely people who made nothing to say. Anastasia had been trained since childhood to think before she spoke and speak clearly and eloquently. Alright, to be fair, she still didn't always think before she spoke, but when she did speak, she didn't stutter like a fool. This girl was clearly not Slytherin material, and thus not really worth Anastasia's time. Still, she'd agreed to let her in the compartment which meant she had to at least be polite for the next while. 

Anastasia rolled her eyes at the boy's explanation of houses, but couldn't hold back a small smile. "You're not technically wrong, but you're leaving a bit out. The houses are Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor. Slytherin is for future leaders, Ravenclaw is for the brilliant and creative that don't want to lead, Gryffindor is for those who completely lack impulse control, and Hufflepuff is for people that don't fit anywhere else," she said, reciting what her parents had said millions of times throughout her childhood. "Obviously, Slytherin is the best. Are the both of you Muggleborns?" She managed not to say Muggleborn the way her parents did, like it was a bad word, but more like it was an interesting creature that she wasn't sure what to think of. A good portion of her schoolmates would probably be Muggleborns, and it seemed foolish of her to discount and alienate a whole faction of potential minions simply because they happened to have Muggle parents.