The red-haired twins shoved past, leaving a trail of commotion. A plump woman with the same red hair was chasing after them, a small girl with a teddy bear clutched in her arms.

Y/n watched them go, then looked down the length of the platform. The train stretched on, carriages packed with faces pressed against windows. A boy with dark, messy hair and round glasses was being helped onto the train by an older man with a kind, weathered face.

The crowd surged. A tall, pale boy with slicked-back blond hair walked past with an air of importance, flanked by two larger boys who looked like bodyguards.

The train whistle sounded again, longer this time. The platform was emptying. Doors were slamming shut along the length of the train.