[b]Charlotte Spirit[/b]
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[center][i]A young, blonde-haired girl wheels her large trolley confidently through the wall separating Platform Nine and Platform Ten of King's Cross station. Within an instant, she was met with one of the greatest magical sites in Britain. Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Steam rises from the great red train, and a huge crowd of witches and wizards mills about, an even mix of children of her age and their guardians.

All of these sights are absorbed in an instant by the great, black raven perched on the girl's shoulder. He smiles internally, looking over curiously to see what his ward's reaction was. Surprisingly, the girl seemed overcome by a momentary sense of wonderment, with an excited smile painted across her expression. It was a rare moment, one where her youth was perfectly visible for all to see in her eyes. Out of a strange sense of duty, her guardian commits this moment to memory. Then, as suddenly as it came, the moment passes.[/i][/center]
Charlotte glances over at her shoulder, a look of practised confidence on her face.

[i]"What are you gawking at, bird?"[/i], she asks the raven expectantly.
[center][i]"I was just admiring your hair, girl. It reminded me of my cousin, the-"[/i][/center][i]"-Ostrich. Harry, was it?"[/i] 

She smiles, and the raven lets out a noisy series of Caws that substituted as laughter. Naturally, her parents hadn't accompanied her to the train station, they were content with saying their goodbyes back at the house. So instead, the only one who would be with her throughout her journey was the Raven, Shaman. He was her guide, but also her guardian, instructing her quietly on how to navigate through the treacherous pathways of the Muggle city and reach this hidden bastion of wizardry. 

As she brought her trolley around to the Hogwarts Express, the two of them allowed an older Wizard assist in packing their luggage into the train. Shaman was, much to his dismay, forced into his birdcage when it finally came time to board, but Charlotte promised that she would [i]"probably"[/i] let him out once they found a compartment. 

She wanders lazily down the corridor, peering into each of the compartments until she finally found one near the end that was completely empty. Satisfied, she steps inside and closes the door behind her. 

After placing Shaman's cage on the closest seat, she deftly steps onto the seat next to him and heaves her suitcase onto the luggage rack. 

[i]This should be fine[/i], she thinks to herself.