Off the Train and into the Open || Demplebert
Dempster stepped off the Hogwarts Express and glanced about the platform, eyes glancing momentarily across the ocean of people in front of him. He shook out his hair and patted it down with a hand before glancing at his watch. It was nice to be out and about without having to worry about his cumbersome robes, which he was less than fond of. The only reason he put up with them is because they were school uniform, but now that he was out of school he was comfortably donning a casual green tee shirt and a pair of jeans.
He let out a small sigh. There was a growing feeling in his stomach that told him he'd have to find a room at the Leaky Cauldron instead of going home like all the other students. Living in Glasgow meant at least ten hours round trip down to London and back for any of his relatives who'd be coming to get him, which meant having to finagle through 3 different work schedules to find out who could pick up the boy at earliest convenience.
Demps's attention moved to a seemingly abandoned pillar and he dragged his luggage to it so he could rest his back against it while he waited. His owl hooted indignantly in its cage at the sudden movement. "Sorry, Bixby. I don' want to get trampled ou' here." The eagle owl hooted again and went back to surveying the crowd with Dempster. He looked about until he accidentally made eye contact with one of his fellow Gryffindors. Not wanting to be confronted, Demps pretended to become suddenly interested by Bixby's existence.
