Ciel Huxtable stood hesitantly near his cart as his parents approached the barrier between tracks 9 and 10. He'd been told about this hidden platform, but he'd never been here before himself. He was nervous about it; he'd been a part of the wizarding world his entire life, and he had seen and done many things Muggle children would be shocked and amazed by, but he'd never walked through a solid barrier before. Going to Diagon Alley several weeks ago with his grandparents to buy his school things hadn't been out of the ordinary, he and his parents had been there rather often during his childhood. It had been exciting, though. He was finally getting his school robes, he was finally getting a wand, he was finally almost going to learn to do magic himself! But now, here he stood, it was about to happen. He was outside the platform, and he was about to leave his parents for quite a long time. Not to mention, he'd heard the rumors just like everyone else had, this year, the boy who lived was coming to Hogwarts. He might be meeting Harry Potter, to top it all off! What if they were placed in the same house, even! His nerves were killing him, and the boy wasn't sure if he could do it.
"Come on Ciel, we want to make sure you get a good seat on the train," his mother said, smiling at her boy.
He took a few steps nervously towards the barrier. "I don't know if I can do it, mom," he mumbled as he got closer.
"Of course you can son. We'll be right behind you," his father said. Ciel nervously kicked at the ground for a moment before he responded.
"Could you go first, Dad?" he asked finally. His father chuckled and nodded.
"Of course I can," he said. With that, he smiled, first at his son, then to his wife, and walked through the barrier. Gulping, Ciel managed a weak smile to his mother before he ran through, pushing his cart ahead of him. As he burst onto the platform, he looked around in wonder. His parents had insisted they come a bit early, but there were already starting to be a good number of people here. There were owls and cats in the midst of the people, and there were even some wide-eyed adults. He figured they must be Muggles whose kids were going to Hogwarts this year. His father stood before him, and a moment later, his mother was right behind him.
"Right then," she said, "Time tofind you a compartment. We'll be over here if you need anything, dear." She hugged her son and then stepped off to the side with her husband, out of the way of the entrance to the platform. Ciel sighed. It was time. He made his way over to the Hogwarts Express and soon had found an empty compartment. He started trying to get his trunk into the compartment, and, with some difficulty, succeeded after a few moments. The boy then opened a window and waved to his parents. He'd done it. He was on the train. There was no going back.
While he sat there in suspense, another boy began loading his own trunk into the compartment with him. Ciel stood and helped him out, the two hefting the trunk up the steps and putting it in a corner not occupied by Ciel's trunk. The other boy had reddish brown hair and was of a more lean build than Ciel.
"Thanks," he said, smiling at Ciel, "My name's Henry. Henry Strange." He extended a hand for Ciel to shake. The bright-haired boy took it for a quick shake.
"Ciel Huxtable," he replied, introducing himself in turn. With that, the boys took seats next to one another and began to wait for the train to leave the station.