Straightening out his second-hand suit and taking a moment to tousle his golden blonde hair, Edwin Jarvis endured the kisses of goodbye from his mother and grandmother.
He was a fisherman's son, from a poor town just outside of Brighton. And so when he learned that he was to go to Hogwarts, he was a little apprehensive. They made only so much, but the school was kind enough to assist the family with scholarships. And there were whispers of a young benefactor, which the young man had yet to hear of.
"Remember to be good!" called his mother. His grandmother merely waved goodbye as he climbed aboard the train. His intelligent blue eyes flashed as he watched everyone with their animals, their nice clothes and the like. He passed by unnoticed by most of the other students, who looked to be in years other than their first.
Keeping a tight watch on his parcel of sandwiches, he went and found a compartment that was blessedly empty. Carefully swinging his trunk up and onto the luggage rack, he took a seat quietly and began to peruse one of the texts for the year.