Remington pushed his trolley, sighing and rolling his eyes at Ava's slow pace behind him. She was young, and tiny, but she had to hurry or they would miss the train! He stepped up to the barrier of the platform, and glanced around. To his left, he noticed a couple of muggle boys standing there, watching as people approached the wall. They were sneering in a way that caused Remington to become a bit defensive, and hard to control his temper. 

"Ava…stay close.", he murmured to his sister. Her tiny body came to stand next to his, as they waited for their father to catch up. He was a muggle, himself, and a very nervous muggle at that. He knew what the world thought of his children, and his wife (rest her soul). As he caught up with them, he too noticed the boys.

"A-are we sure she's ready, Rem..?"

"What do you mean? She's eleven. Of course she's ready.", Remington answered, his eyebrows coming to almost touch each other. He frowned at his father, and then glanced back to the boys, "You really want her out here? She's safer at Hogwarts. They can teach her to control her…outbursts…"

"But yours were hardly the same. Yours weren't as powerful."

"Because she blew up a gas station? Things happen!", Remington argued, suddenly growing frustrated with his father. It was true. Ava had become angry and frustrated, while sitting in the car one night. Remington and his father were crossing the street from the movie theatre to get cheap treats for the movies (as they weren't particularly wealthy). Frustrated, Ava accidentally channeled her her anger on the gas station they were headed to. It exploded suddenly, due to a small fire she had started. No one was killed, but a few people were seriously injured, and her father became forever afraid of her.

"She could have killed someone. WITH HER MIND! She needs help…not some quack teaching her magic tricks that could very well get her killed. If you haven't noticed…your kind isn't exactly accepted in our world."

Remington was finished. He sneered once more at his dad, while Ava stared on, her eyes threatening to break over with tears. Her face remained straight laced, however, no matter how hurt her feelings were, and she stared off into space, looking for anything that could make this argument go away. Remington leaned down and lifted her trunk, with effort, slamming it down on top of his on the trolley. He grabbed her owl's cage, which was considerably smaller than his own, and squished it in next to it, and then grabbed her wrist.

"Don't expect an owl…", he muttered, before dragging Ava toward the wall.

"Remington don't. You know how I get when I'm stressed. REMINGTON!", their father yelled after them. Remington ignored him, dragging Ava so fast her shoes slid across the concrete as she stared back at her father and waved. They vanished through the wall, and onto the platform, leaving him sobbing.

Once on the platform, Remington took a second to breathe, a few growls of frustration leaving his throat, before a belt of arms wrapped around his waist. A small, puppy-like sob against his skin caused him to close his eyes, his right hand coming down to smooth Ava's hair down. Taking another deep breath, Remington pushed her away and then sank to his knees. His hands brushed her hair back, and his thumb whisked a tear away from her eye.

"Listen to me. You're not weird or abnormal. He doesn't know what he's saying. He's scared…they all are. What happened that night was just…", he broke off and sighed, not knowing how to explain her powers to her, "It was my fault. I should have let you come with us. With things the way they are now, I was scared people would see what you were wearing. You know how the muggles are, now."

Ava looked down at her outfit, the same one she had worn that night, and sniffled, "Is it obvious by my outfit?"

Remington sighed once again, running his finger across the Ravenclaw shield that adorned her too small tshirt. The muggles had learned their artwork and their symbols. They had learned to spot wands and to spot magical artifacts. Looking down at the ground, Remington nodded slightly, "Yeah. Ravenclaw is nothing new to them…and we should have taken it off of you or wrapped you in a jacket. You were frustrated. He doesn't really blame you."

"Yes he does, Rem…He hates me."

Sighing through his nose, Remington closed his eyes, "He does not. He misses mom…just like I do. He might hate me for bringing you…but none of this is your fault. Know that, alright?"

He whisked another tear from her cheek as she stared at the train, and all of the students along the front of it. Glancing toward the train, he smiled, "Let's go. We don't want to be late."

Not saying another word, Ava placed her hand back onto his wrist, and the siblings boarded the train, somehow finding a cabin that was completely empty.