[b] [u] Cleo [/b] [/u]

It was that time of year again. The time of year when kids were going back to school, Some excited while others dreading the impending work load. Cleo was one of the excited ones. Getting to go back to Hogwarts for her last year and meet all her friends was going to be great. And when she was finally done she could start her own life in the real world. The bonus to that was that she would be able to freely use her magic that she had been learning to control since she got her first letter to Hogwarts seven years ago.

Reaching over her her Cleo grabbed her laptop and swung the strap over her head. The rest of luggage had already been shipped over to the school, including her bird Snowball. Cleo couldn't wait to get there and see her bird again, even though they hadn't seen each other for only a couple days. Already having said goodbye to her parents, though many tears and hugs, Cleo pulled out her wand and prepared to leave. Closing her eyes she began calmed her breathing and focused on the train station that she had so often visited. She pictured the bustling people mulling around, ignorant of Platform 9 3/4. The wall that people walked through to get in could be envisioned perfectly in her minds eyes and she focused in on it. Taking one last deep breathe of her familiar home's air she apparated into the air with a sharp crack. The sound, much like the cracking of wood, rang out throughout the house, letting her parents know that she was finally gone. 

Appearing in Platform 9 3/4 off set, Cleo nearly fell over. Apparating was something that she was still new to and getting used to. At least she didn't throw up like the first time she apparated. That had been quite embarrassing for her and her mother. This time though Cleo managed to grab onto a nearby wall and lean against it. "Oh god i'm so freakn' dizzy." She rested there for a moment before regaining her breathe. Thinking she was strong enough to stand on her own again she pushed off the wall and got a good look around the familiar place once again. There were the many new faces of first years, crying for their parents, second years running around excited to find their friends on the train, and the rest of the students acting a little more maturely, yet still infected with the bubbling passion that seemed focused around the idea of learning to magic. Straightening herself out Cleo headed for the train, hopefully there would still be an open cart for her to join in that had her friends in it.