𝕍𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕣 (𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗): 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏... A skinny boy with crisp, ashy tan skin and dull grey eyes stood next to what looked to be his mother. She smiled, turning to him "Enjoy the trip dear." She said, tears forming in the corners of her eyes "I will, mum." The boy replied trying to comfort her. They hugged for a moment, the boy enjoyed the warmth of her embrace as they let go of each other the boy grinned a toothy grin "Don't forget to wish Blossom goodbye." He reminded His mother. She chuckled turning to a fluffy white cat with a grey brown color point, "Goodbye, Blossom." She stroked the cat under the chin. The boy hugged his mother once more "I love you mum, see you soon." She kissed his head "you too Malcom, remember to write every week and to feed Blossom." He nodded as she caressed his cheek, a tear falling. The boy, Malcom, boarded the train waving to his mother through the window as it pulled out of the station. So began his trip to Hogwarts.