[u][i][b]Caelum Liquin[/b][/i][/u]

She traversed the once familiar kings cross with fresh eyes. Everything was different since she received the letter.  Magic was real! In fact, it had never been far...

It lived in a world just under the surface of her own. The magicians hid in plain sight. They tucked their trains at an somewhere platforms nine and ten. As she walked she scanned faces, wondering who was a wizard and who might also be part of the magical world.

Their world was now her world.

Caelum promised her parents that she would to do well and write often, then, boarded the train.

She walked slowly, a turtle among the hurried hustling student body. She was happy to allow herself to be pressed aside into the corner. She waited for the crowd to thin and the hall to empty before she proceeded. She walked slowly and gingerly, observing the paint and the light fixtures, the knobs and hinges, any small detail might contain hidden magic. 

The train was old fashioned but looked practical enough. She wondered how much of the train worked like any other steam engine might, and how much of it was made of magic.

The train lurched forward and Caelum lost her footing. She stumbled into an open compartment. The white book she was holding tumbled out of her hands and onto the floor. Its contents exposed, drawings of her parents: Both beautiful and bold, her father's dark brow and serious expression, her mother’s high cheekbones and shimmering curls. She had drawn her parents on their way to the train station. 

“Oh my.” Caelum flushed with embarrassment. And steadied herself against a seat. She looked up to see who might have witnessed her rather ungraceful moment. It was a girl young girl, perhaps her own age, who had red hair and pale eyes (Charlotte). “Pardon me…”