Kenny McCormick and 7 years of train rides. (South Park in Hogwarts.)

Off the train

"Hey, Stan," Kyle says.

"Yeah dude?" I ask.

"See you in July. I'll send you more details by owl," Kyle says.

I nod and leave the compartment. Wendy's waiting just outside.

"You take forever," she says.

I laugh, putting a hand around her.

"But you love me anyway," I say.

"You sound fucking drunk," Wendy says.

I shake my head.

"I haven't been since I was 10," I say.

"That's... less time than I had hoped," Wendy says.

I roll my eyes.

"Are we going to go?" I ask her.

"Yeah yeah," she says.

Both of us get off of the train to the busy platform.

"Mum! Dad!" She says.

She hugs them both. I slowly wave from the behind.

"This is Stan!" She says.

She drags me towards them.

"Hello Stan," the woman says.

She doesn't look sick other than having a jacket on, though clearly not because it's cold as the summer is actually fairly warm this year.

"Hello ma'am," I say.

Wendy's father takes my hand.

"I've heard a lot about you, Stan," he says.

"Oh? What have you heard then?" I ask.

"You're really kind to my daughter... most of my wife's family has given up on any Slytherins, excluding her dad and my mother, Wendy's really never been that close to anyone, so it's really nice to hear that you have been so kind to my girl," he says.

That... doesn't sound like Wendy.

"Wendy has lots of friends. Kyle, Kenny, Lizzy, Patty, Heidi, Bebe, just to name a couple of them," I say.

"She hasn't really talked about anyone quite as much as she does about you, she must have been surprised that you keep seeking her out," he says.

"I'm a Hufflepuff, that's exactly what I'm supposed to do," I say.

Wendy laughs.

"Don't worry about my dad, he'll forever say that. He was really worried that in wouldn't have friends, we were ready to force Token to take me into his friend group just in case I wouldn't find anyone," Wendy says.

"You didn't have to do that because I couldn't resist being friends with you and your cute little face," I say.

"I'm taller than you you little fuck," Wendy says.

"Language, Wendy," Wendy's dad says.

Wendy sighs.

"Yes dad," She says.

"Can't believe you curse! Who the fuck taught you?" He asks.

"Is he fucking serious?" I ask Wendy quietly.

"I'm afraid that the answer is yes," Wendy says.

"We should go. I don't think I can take standing around any longer," Wendy's mum says, smiling at Wendy's dad.

"Oh yes. Of course, honey," Wendy's dad says.

We all leave the platform nine and three quarters to go to the parking lot.