Waiting was dull. There was no escaping that fact, but at least this was the last time he would have to wait on the platform. No doubt there were some in his peer group that would feel nostalgic about that fact, but he didn't. There was too much to be done this year, too many plans laid that needed his compete attention for him to waste time on feelings which served no purpose.
The train doors would open soon, and then it would be his duty to usher the younger years aboard, and he'd toyed with the idea of leaving some of the more annoying mud- and half- bloods in the station. No matter how much he might want to, however, it was an infeasible idea and he quickly abandoned it. No, a much better use of his time would be to locate Narcissa, to have a word in her ear before anyone else could corner her and start weaselling their way into her affections. That was the last thing he wanted.
So with that in mind he set off down the platform, eyes peeled for her, wondering privately if his father had already spoken to hers, and hoped, if he had, that as yet no-one had said anything to her.