Comfort. That was the first word that sprang to mind; that and a promise of adventure to come. Another year at Hogwarts, the last one, and the journey had just begun. Adrian grinned to himself, seated cross-legged on a seat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. His shoes were already off of his feet and on the floor, despite his having just sat down minutes beforehand. In the corner lay a relatively large pile of sweets, the bag of licorice wands already open. The train had only just left the station, but it was already out of sight. Adrian no longer watched it fade into the distance, his mother waving from the platform. In fact, his mother no longer stayed until it left, but that was alright. She was a busy woman, and he a 17 year old boy who had no time for pleasantries anymore. Or so his mother had said as she shook her head, looking her son up and down with a sigh. For some reason Adrian could not fathom, Mrs. Pike had been especially emotional upon this year's goodbye, so much so that it nearly rivaled that of his first year, in which she had burst into tears and refused to leave until the train had set off for its prestigious destination. Shouldering his trunk and travel bag, Adrian had rolled his eyes, leaned down to peck a kiss on the top of his mother's head (he had outgrown her at 14), and said a very cheerful goodbye. It wasn't that he particularly wanted to leave home, but summer always seemed so boring in comparison with Hogwarts. Home was sad memories and quiet summer nights, while Hogwarts was Quidditch and dorm room pillow fights. This summer in particular had been so incredibly slow moving that Adrian had had a spark of rebellion and gotten his ear pierced, much to the dismay of his ever traditional family. In all honesty, the only exciting part of summer had been the Quidditch World Cup, which he had enjoyed with a few of his less austere cousins. He had wanted to go with Isaban, but his mother was all about spending time with family, so he had done as she asked, despite his many misgivings (which had mostly turned out to be false, but he wasn't going to admit that). Adrian grumbled something about family gatherings under his breath, the words muffled yet some more by the licorice wand he was gnawing on. He leaned back in the empty compartment, glad no younger years had come to disturb the peace, and looked out the window at the green blur of fields going by. He felt… oddly nostalgic. This was, after all, his very last train ride towards Hogwarts. The very thought sent a pang through his chest, but he smiled. Just because one adventure was on its last legs, did not mean another wouldn't be coming his way. Adrian wasn't done with excitement, not by a long shot, and he had a long way to go before anything short of the very best would be acceptable. Adrian breathed out in a sigh that rivaled one of Rosa Pike's, the exhale stopping when the sound of the compartment doors opening hit his ears. He turned, mouth wide in preparation to talk whoever it was into moving along, because he was waiting for someone, and nobody else was allowed to take the other seats in the compartment. Not anyone.