I waved her concern away, "don’t worry, you’ll be fine." We dragged our trunks over to my parents. Their smiles never ceased. It was clear that I got the majority of my looks from my mother. From the curly hair auburn hair to the shape of our noses. I’m sure over time, I would probably see more of my father, but genetics are weird. He had short brown hair and a shaven face. He wore round glasses that looked similar to Harry’s. Another thought that popped into my mind about possibly seeing if he wants his eyes corrected. Once we were close enough I said, "Mum, Dad. It’s great to see you!" I set my trunk down and engulfed them in a hug. One they eagerly returned.