[color=a187be][h1][center][i]Larentia Naelistrum[/i]
[b][i]Platform 9 3/4 11:58 a.m.[/i][/b][/center][/h1][/color]

Blinking at the voice, Larentia looked up and tilted her head, her fingers twitching slightly against the spine of her book, she blushed lightly and offered a nod.

[color=a187be]"Sure, grab a seat."[/color] She states softly, lifting one hand from her book to knuckle at her right eye, the sound of the warning whistle filling the air had a small smile tugging at her lips. Placing her book down in her lap, she reached up and tugged the black ribbon from her left wrist and easily tied her long hair into a bun, a yawn causing her jaw to crack.  She shifts in her seat until her back is to the compartment door and her legs are stretched out in front of her, her eyes and attention zeroing in on her book once more. 

Soon they'd be leaving and Larentia couldn't help the flare of excitement that curled in her stomach at the thought, her booted feet absently moving her bag closer to the window as the sounds of students shuffling about the train and goodbyes filled the air.  [@Nallore]