D'you reckon they'll have a compartment for us?

grins, shoving his trunk into the overhead rack Who's "us," Padfoot? There's only me.

snorts, elbowing him And me, obviously. And Moony. And Wormtail, if he ever catches up.

tumbles through the compartment door, panting M'here! Sorry—got stuck behind a group of first-years. Crying. Their mums were crying.

settles into his seat, hands behind his head Right then. Another year. Reckon we'll actually get any work done this time?

laughs Merlin, no.

looks up from his book, a faint smirk I think we both know the answer to that.