[color=a187be][h1][center][i]Larentia Naelistrum[/i][/center][/h1][/color]

Larenrtia manages a small nod before the door opens and the familiar sight of a house elf panting for air fills her narrowed vision. 

[color=a187be]"Yes, this is Tizzy one of my friends from home, she's a house elf by the way. Tizzy? Why are you here?" [/color] She asks softly, her eyes blinking slowly in an attempt to fully open them, she didn't lean away from the touch like she normally would. She felt cold and tired.

[color=7ea7d8]"I know yous says we shouldn't leave the Manor but...you not sleeping well these past days and-"[/color] Larenrtia couldn't hold the flare of magic that pulsed into the air, her head falling back and allowing  her eyes to close. It wasn't fair to get mad at Tizzy, it wasn't her fault she'd had an argument with her parents and had been locked in her room. She sighed softly and gestured the elf forward, the long-fingered hand that landed on her own had her body relaxing with the comforting flow of 'Mistress Lari's elves' magic. The feel of Tizzy's other hand soothing her other cheek had a happy sigh escaping her lips, she could feel herself shift until she was on her side, the feeling of magic ghosting over her skin sending her easily to sleep. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Sorry for snapping Tizzy..[/color] She managed to whisper before darkness took her.

[color=7ea7d8]"Is okay Young Mistress.  Excuse me, are you a friend of my Mistress?"[/color] Tizzy asked softly, instinctively rearranging Larenrtia's body until it was laying out and comfortably on the seat, her book picked up and set back into her bag. Tizzy's ears twitched at the silence that filled the compartment as she wanted for a response, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her navy-blue pillowcase she wore. [@Nallore]