[center][h1][color=007236]Elliot Forrester[/color][/h1][/center]

The sun had slowly started to trickle into the main hall of The Leaky Cauldron as Elliot sat by a table with his breakfast in front of him, it was a full English. A yawn escaped Elliot’s mouth as he took a sip of his drink and then cut off a piece of a sausage. Elliot had arrived at The Leaky Cauldron the day before travelling down from Manchester. He always found it odd that you could only get on the train in London, it would save him quite a lot of time if it stopped off in places further north. The room that Elliot stayed in was old fashioned and had never changed since the first time he’d arrived there when he was eleven but it did have its own beauty to it.
	
Elliot took his time with his breakfast not needing to rush knowing that he had quite a while before the train would leave. More and more people started to fill the hall ordering their own breakfasts. There were first years with their parents who were making sure that everything was in order and then there were other students who Elliot recognized but none who he was close enough to. He left before it got even busier and headed towards King’s Cross station, chucking on his new leather coat that his parents had bought for him as he’d rapidly outgrown his last one. Elliot was a big fan of the coat and hoped he didn’t outgrow it as fast as his last one. He had two big suitcases in either hand rolling across the floor and a backpack with him as he got closer to the station. 

The station was already busy with people going about their daily tasks even though it wasn’t even six in the morning yet. Elliot sauntered over through the station casually approaching platform nine and three-quarters and stopped in front of it taking a quick breath and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before he went through. The Hogwarts Express was already pulled into the station and a few people had the same idea as him picking where they wanted to sit. Elliot was around half way down the train before he decided to get on it, finding a private booth with no one in it waiting for people to come and find him. He took a seat in the corner next to the window and pulled a book out of his bag called ‘Triwizard Tragedies’ and started to read.