There was really no point checking over her stuff. Ailsa may not have been the biggest fan of house elves but she knew they wouldn't mess up with something that big.

She was already there of course, waiting at the station on a platform that really shouldn't have existed. Well, to Muggles it shouldn't have existed and to Ailsa, that really didn't matter. She didn't even know why summer was such a big thing to others - to her, summer was just an extension of school only she didn't have to deal with foul lesser-bloods who drove her practically inane.

Her summer had been spent reading, improving on her abilities and making sure to keep out of the way of her parents. They were rather important, after all, and Ailsa had much better things to do. First of all, her Quidditch needed an improvement if she ever desired to have her brother's nearly flawless track-record in that field. Her charms had recently been a little lacking and if she wanted to deal with that Foxglove Mud-blood then she would need to improve on them. Improving and improving was a basic synopsis of her entire summer. Then there had been that trip to England but nothing of any notoriety came of that.

Fixing her [url=https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSgjCVa7gFCgVnAfqh_HBBFZq92o3pCEioZZYWtt6T33zM-Kv4_Ow]hat[/url] again, she clutched her coat and pulled it tighter around herself - it may have only been September but the cold was already beginning to set in and Ailsa had never been known for her great resistance to the elements. Her family were generally dis-pleasured by most Muggles, but they had to admit that in terms of productivity and fashion - the wizarding world didn't particularly compare. Obviously, being from a very well-off family, this clothing was top of the line and suited her rather small frame pretty well.

With a low curse under her breath, she saw the platform in question begin to fill with prospective first-years and their clingy parents. You would be hard-pressed to get the matriarch of the Carrow Clan to come say farewell to her daughter but she really had no care; her brother had escorted her down to the Grand-Central station. After some courteous tips from him on her OWLS, she hushed him and sent him away before making her way down to the platform. It really was quite easy - wizards simply walked through a door that when approached by Muggles, they would instantly have the urge to turn back and away. Failing that mechanism, they would simply be Apparated to an abandoned industrial estate a few miles away from the city.

Her disapproval of these silly little tidings must have been evident after one younger looking girl caught the tail-end of one of her infamous glares and quickly hurried on about her business. Holding back a low moan of annoyance, the bright hum of engines could be heard before the express-liner stopped at the platform in a flurry of steam and a sharp, thrill bell. Really, everything just seemed to be trying to get on her nerves in that very minute. Still though, she accompanied her small cart to the baggage part of the train before heading directly onto it. Finding a compartment for herself was necessary - she didn't want some upstart students stealing them all and forcing her to sit beside regular students.

Thankfully, she found her free carriage due to the fact that little to no one had arrived for the train arriving. Smiling at her own caution, she slid down into a seat and pulled a book from her bag before beginning on it.