Freddie glances between Lyrakis and the platform, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. Before they can react, another student dashes for the door and manages to stumble aboard just in time. He crashes into their compartment along with all his belongings.

"Thanks for the assistance," the newcomer says sarcastically. "You wouldn’t believe how chaotic the trains are."

He flops down onto a seat, propping his feet up with a weary sigh.

"I'm Zuri Martinez, by the way," he introduces himself. "I'm new this year. Just call me Martinez; everyone else does."

Martinez has a deeper complexion than Freddie or Lyrakis, and while Freddie is impeccably neat, Martinez wears his uniform with a relaxed, casual air. The way he flips his thick black hair away from his face suggests a carefree confidence in his physical presence.

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