Rabastan glanced up and down the length of the platform, trying to catch a glimpse of Rodolphus in the crowd of people. His older brother had slipped off a moment or two ago and now he'd completely lost sight of him in the crush of people. He hated being left alone to mind the bags, it made him feel like a house elf.
His parents had made their excuses not to accompany them. They hadn't bought the boy's to the platform since Rabastan's first day four years ago and really he was more than old enough to make the journey alone now. He would have to next year, what with Rodolphus being in seventh year and all. He'd be graduating from Hogwarts this year. Rabastan wasn't sure why his parents, unlike other people's, preferred to stay home rather than see their children off. He knew his father had some dislike of Hogwarts, and had briefly considered not sending his son's there but he had no idea what it was that had upset his father so. No-one ever told him anything though.
With a sigh he sat down on his trunk, waiting for Rodolphus to return or someone to direct him onto the train.