As we got off the train, we heard a loud booming voice that rose above the crowd.
"Firsyears, firs years, over here!"
It came from the center of a big, brown, bushy beard, which was attached to a familiar face.
I almost called out to Hagrid before I realized he hadn't met me before. He would just be seeing a crazy first year that thought that they were friends.
I mean he'd be partially correct. I am a first year, I am sort of crazy (if you count having an 18 year old mind inside an eleven year old body), and I did think we were friends (well, in the future... past... Whatever it is! It's just so confusing!).
I realized that whileI had zoned out everyone else had gotten in the brown, rickety boats to head to Hogwarts.