((Somewhat crappy post...it's late, I'm tired, and my inspiration has been lacking lately due to RL anyway. Sorry...))<br/><br/>Due to the lad’s other duties with regards to preparing for the year ahead (not to mention gathering his own luggage, which was apparently almost lost in the throng while being delivered to the train), he was soon separated from Dougal and Molly. Dougal was rather grateful for this, however, and found his own way aboard the train. The crowd was particularly thick, just as it always had been at Hogwarts, which didn’t improve his mood. At one point, he thought someone had approached him personally - but he was quickly absorbed into the mass of people moving along the cars.<br/><br/>He finally found what seemed to be an empty cabin in the next-to-last car. Molly sat down patiently as he took a seat next to the window. With a quick spell and a stifled yawn, he frosted the exterior of the glass so that he could see out but none could see in. He set his small bag down between him and the wall, and his hand soon found Molly’s head once more. She laid her head upon his knee and he chatted with her for a bit; it was mostly a one-sided conversation and very sparse in words, of course, but the two understood one another completely.<br/><br/>When the train started to move, the professor sighed with satisfaction. He had no traveling companions (other than Molly) yet, thankfully. He hoped that wouldn’t change, although said hope wasn’t very strong. He was on a train bound for a university, after all.