The Misfit Chronicles: part 01 The Hogwarts Express was steadily picking up speed, ruffling the black-haired boys hair. Not that it mattered much anyway; his hair was always a mess, which suited this boy, Albus. There was a care-free feeling about him, as though he could subtly brighten a room with his pleasant manner. He neednt try to impress anyone because it simply came natural.Albus finished his good-byes and carefully pulled his head back in the train window. He was still trying to shake the nerves. After all, he didnt often find himself nervous, but today seemed an exception. He sighed, instinctively running his fingers through his hair and turned to his cousin.Shall we find a compartment then, Rosie? Albus said, as he started off down the hall, his suitcase and owl, Garuda close behind. It wasnt really a question, more of a statement.