Morgan looks around, seeing that other students have entered the platform. "Well, I 'spect we ought to get on the train soon. Don't want all the good seats taken, do we?" Turning to his massive wheeled trunk, he draws a copper wand from his sleeve. "Automotivus!" The trunk gives a slight lurch, then settles back. Again, Morgan calls out "Automotivus!" This time, no motion is seen. His normally cool blue-gray eyes flashing, he screams the charm, drawing a few surprised and uneasy glances from those around him. "AUTOMOTIVUS, DAMMIT!" The trunk startles into motion, hurtling towards the train as if in panicked flight. Reaching the steps onto the car, it hastily pulls a wheelie, desperately straining to get its front wheels onto the train. Morgan hurries after it, Sam trailing lazily behind.