This was it, this was finally his first year without his pompous, overrated, chauvinistic, self centred bothers. To his surprise they did not come to see him off. They never missed an opportunity to be fawned over by the now-sixth year girls that hung around them like flies.
After kissing his mother & hugging his father goodbye on the platform Rhys loaded his trunk onto the train with Spectre perched precariously on top.
Rhys was already in his robes with that shiny new prefects badge adorned to his chest. The imposter syndrome was palpable. None of his brothers made Prefect and he wasn't entirely sure he was cut out for it himself.
Rather than take an empty compartment Rhys headed straight for the Prefects compartment to await his fellow Prefects to get started on their mandatory meeting. Much to his surprise, he was the first one.
Stowing his trunk in the railing above, Rhys bumped the cage that held Spectre causing him to screech in offense. "Sorry, sorry. Shhh," he whispered, desperately trying to quiet the owl.