Beatrice stepped off the train and onto the station, careful so as not to trip over the cobblestone jutting out of the sidewalk. She glanced ahead of her towards Richard, wondering whether she should follow him or not, before deciding to grab her own luggage first. She wandered towards the baggage claim, taking in the familiar scenery around her. It all looked the same as her first year, but everything felt much different. The air was charged with excitement and nerves, matching her own sentiment about the situation. Ever since she was a child Beatrice had dreamed of the
sacramentum, of getting her very own partner. The person she would share everything with, depend on, and maybe even go on adventures with! As a young girl she had looked forward to this moment with only excitement, but now that she was actually here, on the day of the ceremony, she couldn't help the flutter of anxiety in her gut.
'Well, there isn't much I can do now but hope for the best!' She thought to herself as she gratefully took her suitcase from the station worker, who almost dropped the heavy trunk in the effort to hand it to Beatrice. She had to admit it was rather heavy, and she was now regretting letting her fretting parents pack for her. They always over packed, with the excuse that she might forget something if they didn't. Beatrice doubted she would, but decided to let her parents coddle her one last time before she left. Taking in a deep breath, she lifted her suitcase with great difficulty. Her ability may have been strength, but she had very little control over it, and her father’s old trunk of a suitcase was almost as large as she was. If she tried, she could easily fit into it.
She moved through the station with difficulty, and had just made it out of the station when she heard a familiar voice call out to her.
"Oh, hey Richard!, there you are! I was going to start looking for you, but you kind of disappeared." She looked down at her pack as he pointed it out, pulling a face.
"Yeah, mom and dad kind of over did it again. I didn't see a dolly anywhere, and I didn't want to bother anyone, so I just took it on my own. It's a little on the heavy side, but it's nothing I can't handle!"
She heaved the heavy trunk up again, almost toppling over as a consequence.
"Actually, you know what? I might have to take you up on that offer." She looked up at her friend, laughter lacing her words.
"Excuse me, I was in line- and you're not listening." Monty let out a resigned sigh. There was a fair amount of chaos at the baggage claim, everyone desperate to start the short trek up to the academy. He could understand the excitement, but he didn't understand the need to crowd and cut in front of others. It was all very bad manners really, and he knew that everyone here must know as well.
'Well, I suppose I can't blame them for being jittery. I definitely am, and from the way Felicity has only been talking about the
sacramentum for the last few days, she definitely is. On the upside, I now know about every Vague article vaguely relating to it.' He thought, and chuckled at his own joke. When he looked up, he noticed the room had cleared out considerably as all the students began leaving the station. He made his way over to the counter and gave the woman a polite nod.
"Luggage for Felicity Goldberg please." He gave the woman a half smile at her quirked eyebrow, and took the bags from her hands.
"Thank you ma'am." He added, before turning around and quickly walking out the door. Felicity was probably waiting for him, and she never was too patient. Monty carefully weaved through the crowd in search of his sister, bags rolling behind him. He panicked slightly when he saw that she wasn't where he had asked her to stay and cursed under his breath. Scanning the crowd, he quickly found her standing not to far away. With a boy. A strange, vaguely threatening looking boy.
'Who is this punk? He looks like dangerous! He better not be threatening Feli, or I'll...' Monty shook himself, reminding himself of the task at hand.
Monty narrowed his eyes suspiciously, protectiveness and worry welling up in his chest. He waited a few minutes, frozen, before walking over to the two. He watched as another girl spoke to his sister and felt even more suspicious. He carefully looked the boy up and down before turning to his sister.
"Hey Feli, I got your luggage. Everything okay over here?" He asked her, a hand on her shoulder. He didn't want to stop her from making friends, but he couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. She may have been older than him by 2 hours, but she was still his precious and only sister.
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