Colin shook his head wildly when the man asked if he’d been climbing on the bookshelf. Who was this guy? He certainly wasn’t his daddy, or any of his other uncles or anything. And despite his instinct to climb away, there was no where else really for him to go. But then he’d said his name, clear as a bell. Did he know him?
“I was at the train station... to go to... boarding school?” Colin spoke, a bit of a tremble in his voice, as he spoke unsurely. That’s what he was supposed to tell Muggles (that weren’t his brother, or his parents) that he was going to boarding school. “Then I feel from up there.” He pointed to the top bunk.
“Who are you? Why are you in my room? Why doesn’t it look like my room? Why aren’t I in school?” Colin questioned, sniffling a little bit.