A Glimpse in the Morning of the Hogwarts Express Train Conductor

Clutching his piping hot cup of coffee brought from King's Cross Station, as well as a small brown paper bag, containing a poppy seed bagel smeared with cream cheese (an American phenomenon, as per what his nephew told him while attending the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft), Dupuy, the train conductor for the Hogwarts Express, made his way toward Platform 9 3/4, where he would run through the wall, when the Muggles appeared to be too distracted to notice.

Students would be boarding in the next 30 minutes or, and Dupuy wanted to make himself comfortable in his little compartment and have his breakfast, before starting the engine at around 10:45am, and leave the station promptly at 11am.

Five years had passed since Harry Potter had graduated (thank the heavens for that).  Dupuy wanted to enjoy the scenery of the English countryside while riding out to Hogwarts, and not worry about Death Eaters, and what not.  No drama this year.  Dupuy took a bite of the bagel.  A dollop of the cream chees escaped from the bagel and landed on to the wrapping paper.  A chewy piece of bread, Dupuy thought, not to the French quality standards but not bad. The cheese type, however, could be replaced with something more refined, such brie.  Dupuy peaked out of the window. A few early birds were standing with their family, getting last minute lectures to do well in their lessons.  Dupuy sighed.  Oh, he would have loved to be a Potions master at Hogwarts.  Unfortunately, his grades were not up to par.  He had dropped out of Hogwarts after his third year. And so here he was.  A conductor for Hogwarts Express for the last 20 years.  He enjoyed his work.  As long as nothing and nobody was obstructing him from getting to his destination.  And on time.