"Rabastan!" The shout was excited, bordering on gleeful, and the young Hufflepuff, already in his school robes, heavy autumn coat and scarf pushed his way through the press of parents and students to reach the pile of trunks, suitcases and satchels. "Rabastan, there you are! I thought I saw Rodolphus in the main station but I couldn't see you at all. It's busy this year, isn't it?" He said, smiling broadly and unwinding the scarf from around his neck, cheeks flushed from the warmth of it.
"Where did you go over summer? You must have been away for weeks, I sent you owls." The excited Hufflepuff continued, hardly pausing for breath, "I didn't go anywhere, apart from to Edinburgh with father to watch them install a new Floo in the Castle. It's rather impressive. Built on the core of an extinct volcano, the guide book said, but my father said it was actually the remains of a dragon nest, from years and years ago when there were still native dragons in Scotland." He paused, and smiled again, "So, what did you do?" Basil asked pleasantly, not realising he had asked almost the same thing a few seconds before.