Truth be told, one of our biggest concerns about the train ride is avoiding the Worst Weasley. Ron is a tool, an opinion Holly came to share after she browsed the section of my memories labeled "Weasley Tantrum Greatest Hits’. We avoid the entire Weasley Brood by the simple method of being on time: Holly simply apparates to my house and my parents drive the two of us to King’s Cross. Neither of us have trunks, preferring the flexibility of the (expensive) Bottomless Bags that Diagon sells, so we simply walk through the pillar that marks the entrance to Platform 9 And 3 Quarters and find ourselves an empty compartment. My wand makes it a lot easier to drop a Notice-Me-Not over a larger area, so once I throw one over the entire compartment we’re golden, unlikely to be bothered by idiot Weasleys or bigoted ferrets. Once we’re sorted into Slytherin the former is unlikely to ever be a problem again.