John smiled and laughed as Juneberry took the picture and when the train came to a halt, he got up and left the apartment, bag in hand with Teddy. He mumbled something about Lonan Hightower that included language that his grandmother would hex him for after he stepped on his foot. Jealous brat. He'd probably spend the year aching for the Quidditch House Cup that was already with Gryffindor if their Keeper was any good. But John recomposed himself as he stepped of the train and hopped into a carriage that his uncle had told him were pulled by Thestrals.