He was running a little late, and certain of it. He'd already jumped a Muggle's pet chihuahua as he'd barreled past, headed for the platform. She'd shrieked at him and he'd just laughed as she shouted something about young punks after him. Trolley rattling noisily behind him as he emerged through the barrier, Danny came to a halt as he saw the train hadn't left yet. Well maybe not as late as he'd thought then. He reached out his hands to stop his trolley bumping into anyone as it veered to the side and grabbed his guitar case, slinging it over his back before hoisting his trunk off as well.
Another term at Hogwarts, he thought, and the last one at that. After this ... well, who knew. Grinning a bit, he started for the train.