any room for us? · Y/n story by @summer10101020

The scarlet steam engine belched great billows of smoke into the gray September sky, its brass fittings gleaming with a polish that could only come from a century of devotion. Passengers swarmed the platform—parents hugging children tight, owls hooting in protest from their cages, cats weaving between legs.

Ron Weasley

red-faced, freckled, and slightly out of breath Is this one free? Everywhere else has got like… three people already. And a toad. There's definitely a toad in the last one.

Hermione Granger

peering over his shoulder, bushy hair escaping its tie Ron, you can't just barge in—

Harry Potter

smiling, glasses askew, a lightning scar just visible beneath his fringe Do you mind? We've been walking the whole train. This is the first empty one we've found.

The three of them hovered in the doorway—tall and confident in their scarlet-and-gold ties, older, looking like they belonged here in a way you weren't sure you ever would.