For some reason, the topic seemed to have veered from holiday homework into a rather alarming direction.
Thinking the atmosphere was too gloomy, Theo took out the beef pies and nut biscuits from his bag and warmly invited them, "Come on, have a taste. My mum made these especially for me."
"What a coincidence, I brought some too—scones and shortbread." Michael took out his own lunch box.
Wade silently produced a paper bag containing sandwiches.
Ryan looked from side to side and asked, "Anyone want to try foie gras toast? A Ryan Caro family specialty!"
The four of them looked at one another and all burst out laughing.
Michael was the first to take a piece of toast. "The snacks on the train are pretty good too, but I'm sick of eating pumpkin pies and stuff like that every single year."
Bang!
The compartment door suddenly flew open, and Harry practically stumbled and crawled inside, as if a ghost were chasing him.
Wade swiftly drew his Wand. Once he saw who it was, he helped Harry toward a seat, then went to the door and looked up and down the corridor.
The corridor was empty. Only two or three people were walking toward the toilets.
Michael raised his Wand and walked over beside him, looking outside as well. He muttered, "I thought twenty or thirty people were out there trying to murder Harry!"
He went over, patted Harry on the shoulder, and asked, "What happened? You look like you've run into a Dementor."
"Worse than a Dementor..." Harry buried his face in his hands and said in a muffled voice, "Please, let me squeeze in here with you."
"Of course." Ryan shifted farther inside and asked, "Are all the other compartments full?"
"It's not that there aren't any seats." Harry