Karen strode through the floors of King's Cross Station, her face a mask of utmost calm. The small blonde's measured, graceful steps were well practiced, and each move as though choreographed for a ballet recital. Her smooth, impassive face gave of an aloof charm, and bestowed upon her a maturity she did not feel she actually had - nevertheless, perfection was what she sought, and well included how she looked. A child she may be, but she did not have to act like one, at least, not all the time; scarce were the times she would allow herself to act out in public.

Even then, her movements were the least attention grabbing thing about her; more noticeable was the outfit she was wearing: A purple velvet dress that reached her knees, accompanied by silk bridal gauntlets of the same color. A thin silver necklace that carried a locket at its end, with an intricate symbol stenciled on it, and snakeskin ankle boots, that made distinctively loud [i]clack[/i]-ing sounds with every step. All obviously expensive materials, and all obviously out of place attire in a regular train station. 

Still more attention grabbing was the aged man in a butlers outfit hauling luggage behind her. The dapper silver fox kept pace with her all the way until Platform 9 [sup]3[/sup]/[sub]4[/sub], when all the enchantments around it kicked in, and all the attention they had gathered at this point became meaningless. At once, everyone began minding their own business, scarcely paying attention to the unusual duo.

The trip to the train itself was uneventful, save for a few glances here and there. Karen stopped in front of the train, her hands on the railings.

"Milady . . . I'm sure, your parents would have wanted to be here." Karen's hands gripped tight against her suitcase. 

[color=92278f]"I . . . I'm sure they would have, Aleksi, I'm sure . . . "[/color] Her voice trailed off with a shudder, and in a rare moment of emotion, turned and wrapped her arms around Aleksi in a tight huf. [color=92278f]"I'll miss you."[/color]

Left unsaid was: I'll miss [i]them[/i].

The old man patted her on the back consolingly. "I know, I know. Come on now, you'll have fun at Hogwarts, you've scarcely the time to be missing an old fogey like myself." 

Blinking back unshed tears, Karen unwrapped herself from him, and nodded. With a small smile, she stepped into the train, Elijah trailing after her. Once inside, she entered the closest compartment to her, not particularly caring where she sat, so long as she was able to. She was unsurprised to find that it was occupied already; the door was closed, after all, usually a clear sign that someone had been through it.

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The occupant was a boy with light brown hair, with eyes of a similar color, if darker in shade. Karen cleared her throat to grab his attention, and gave a small curtsy. 

[color=92278f]"Good morning, is it too much to ask if I could share the compartment with you?"[/color] she inquired in a soft, yet clear voice, her light sapphire eyes locking directly with his chocolate brown ones.