Harry chooses a seat at the far front of the train. Most people don’t like to sit up there; the noise from the steam engine can be bothersome after a while, but Harry never minded it much. Two people stumble in to join him, separately. Each one seems to be on the same kind of missions for peace and quiet as Harry himself, only speaking when asking if they may join before quietly busying themselves with their own matters. One of them gets out a thick book and engrosses himself in reading, while the other takes out a notebook and a set of colour pencils to sketch. Harry keeps his eyes mostly on the window and the landscape passing by.