While riding the Hogwarts Express back to platform 9 and ¾, chatter was everywhere. Harry, who’d never been on the train this time of year, never experienced the excitement all his friends and classmates had for Christmas. Harry even got a bit excited himself, with everyone boosting him up on presents and fun Christmas activities to do under the winter sun with friends and family. It was as if Harry had forgotten who he’d return to. They were all sharing a compartment: him, Ron and Hermione, Ginny, Dean, Seamus, and Neville. Chatter bounced from wall to wall as Seamus described last year’s Christmas presents he’d gotten. "I reckon I’ll get a new broomstick this year, mum and dad hated when mine was broken this summer; we stayed inside all the time," Seamus explained to the rest while he threw one of Burt's every-flavoured beans and caught it with his month. "Ugh, grass!" he complained as he swallowed. Harry laughed and took one himself. Ketchup, not that bad.