counts heads, lips moving silently That's Caitlin, that's Ron, that's Ginny — and where have the twins got to?

peers over the crowd There they are. On the train, Molly. Waving.

Oi! Ronnie! Caitlin! waves so hard his arm blurs Bet you a Sickle she's crying before the train leaves!

squinting at Y/n You lot better not be in Gryffindor. There's no room.

There's room. We just want the beds to ourselves.

swatting the air at them FRED! GEORGE! Get your heads back inside before you fall out and kill yourselves!

gripping Y/n's hand tighter, looking up at the train Is it — is it actually happening?

tugging at Mum's sleeve, lower lip already wobbling I want to go. I want to go too.

kneeling down, cupping Ginny's face Next year, my darling. Next year it's your turn. then, louder, over the roar of the engine Arthur, help me with the trunks!