When a steward opened our door, he ushered us from our cozy six-passenger compartment, and we walked down the train car's narrow hallway.
Disembarking the Hogwarts Express, we followed our fellow travelers out of the station, and soon saw signs marked Hogsmeade. We didn't recognize the name, but the air seemed fresher here in the country. And after our brush with the Dementors, any destination would have come as a relief, even the busy, noisy, crowded metropolis of London. Or for that matter, the busy, noisy, crowded metropolis of Orlando, which we also seemed to have departed. In any case, before us lay a delightful English village, with many shops and streets to explore.
A surprising large number of people filled the streets. Perhaps it was the local market day?
We could only wonder what we would discover in the village of Hogsmeade.