"Don't forget to be careful! You know that a psychopath is wandering around."
Hilary nodded and embraced his tearful mother before waving as best as he could with two full hands, bidding his final goodbye with a loving farewell.
There was currently an unknown psychopath that had risen from the shadows. From what the ministry knew, they were new; wiping out several students and aurorers in a matter of months. Without getting caught, or seen for that matter.
This murderer's patterns were completely irregular and uncertain, ranging from simple snotty students to well-trained professionals that had done nothing wrong. Because they didn't know who this person was, where they would strike next couldn't even be predicted.
The first death happened during a sudden blizzard, or so it seemed. When it had ceased a young female - bless her - was met with the sight of heavily blood-splattered snow, the bright crimson red bleeding into the pure blinding white. Adults were called and the body of the victim was soon found, buried beneath layers upon layers of snow, with nearly all traces of being man murdered gone.
The only clue was the two deep slits by their throat, and abdominal aorta, located towards the back and slightly left of their spine. Two very fatal injuries that would have resulted in a quick death.
Thirty-two families were left to mourn for their deceased relatives because of this psychopath.
He pulled herself from his thoughts and glared warily at the young student that had shoved him back while running out, stepping into the already bustling train; despite it being twenty minutes early.
With the assistance of another kind-hearted witch, he easily found platform 9 and ¾ without much hassle; although Hilary internally wished that he had arrived a little earlier.
It was practically impossible to find a vacant spot in any of the compartments, and any free spots were 'reserved' by bulging bags for late friends.
He inwardly celebrated when he found one at the far end of the long vehicle, it was already occupied with two others, but it would be better than having to sit on the floor.
After two attempts (and fails) of trying to open the stubborn door with his foot, he mentally cursed and opted to use a different tactic. The door slid open rather noisily as Hilary used wandless magic to push it aside, closing it using the same method. He flashed a close-mouthed grin before placing his trunk on the clear overhead rack, pressing his ash-grey guitar case against the painted wall.
