"Where are they?" He mutters to himself. They walked through a puff of train exhaust, and the loud, bumped noise their trolleys made. When the smog cleared up again, Albus saw who he had been eyeing out. A few feet away from the Potters was a tremendously loud family of four standing next to a train cart entrance, three of which had identical fiery ginger hair just like his sister. An older man, with a scruffy beard was clinging on to his wife, while she was comforting the little boy clinging to her knees. An ecstatic looking ginger girl turned to face Albus, and started to saunter over, her walk bubbling with happiness.