He man-handled both bags onto the train, the corridor between the compartments narrow, but at least this one wasn't crowded- yet. "Would you like me to find somewhere to put this for you? In a compartment, perhaps?" He asked, carefully avoiding the statement about his house.
"I'm not going to wish the year by so quickly, but... well, I'll be glad when we don't have to concentrate so much on revision and exams. And there's Quidditch to look forward to at least. Molly Prewett was voted captain, so Slytherin will have a hard job keeping hold of the cup." He said, and although his blood boiled at the idea of Molly being captain instead of him, not a hint of that showed in his voice.