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The platform was a chaos of noise and steam. A scarlet steam engine, the Hogwarts Express, stood waiting, its carriages packed with students and luggage. Owls hooted, cats yowled, and parents shouted last-minute advice over the din. The air smelled of coal smoke and pumpkin pasties.

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a sharp, drawling voice cuts through the chatter nearby Honestly, Pansy, if you’ve forgotten your pearls again, I’m not sending an owl. Mother will have a fit.

Pansy Parkinson

a girl with a pug-like face and dark bobbed hair pouts I didn’t forget them, Draco. They’re in my trunk. Somewhere.

Draco Malfoy

a pale, pointed-faced boy with white-blond hair rolls his eyes See that they are. Come on. Father said the best compartments are at the front.

The blond boy, Draco, and his friend Pansy began pushing through the crowd, a tall, dark-skinned boy with an impassive expression—Blaise Zabini—following silently in their wake. They passed right by you, close enough for you to catch the scent of expensive hair potion.