[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Orange]Fae Mintfree[/color][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/gfTsImGj2fDZGDFl50/source.gif[/img][hr]
[color=orange][b]Location:[/b][/color] Platform 9 3/4 -> Compartment 6
[color=orange][b]Skills: [/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
Fae pushed her cart of luggage into King's Cross Station alone, not escorted by either of her parents. The luggage was relatively light, with a small trunk, her broom, and Dickhead perched up on the top of it all. She preferred going in alone. Her father had once tried to escort her to the Hogwarts Express her first year, but started crying in the terminal, which caused Fae to begin crying as well. The Mintfrees, Fae and her father especially, had never liked it to be known that they had emotions past anger and delight, and, as such, Fae's father never tried dropping her off at the station again. Instead, they opted to say their goodbyes before she left home. In years past, much to her dismay, Fae's mother had chaperoned her in getting to the train on time and with all of her things. This year, however, Fae had convinced the woman to let her go alone. Or at least, she'd thought she'd convinced her, until she saw her familiar stern face waiting near the entrance to Platform 9 3/4. The woman looked older than she was, her face covered in stress-induced wrinkles from years of worrying, and her dark brown hair, pulled back into a tight bun, was decorated with various streaks of gray.

[color=orange]"Mum? What are you doing here? I thought you said-"[/color] the girl began, before her mother held up Fae's wand, silencing her. The thing was a crooked mess that looked like someone simply polished a stick they found on the ground, which Fae had always found fitting given her inaptitude for casting. She winced slightly upon seeing it, a small bit of embarrassment present on her face.

"You forgot this," her mother said. Fae stopped the motion of her cart, quickly walking in front of it to grab the wand out of her mother's hand. 

[color=orange]"Right, that's...that's probably important,"[/color] she said, sliding it into the inside of her leather jacket. Her mother's cold eyes became less piercing then, instead becoming more fretful and disheartened. Her shoulders dropped slightly as she let out a sigh.

"Fae, you're almost an adult. You need to start learning what that means. The responsibilities, and the planning for your [i]future[/i]," Miss Mintfree said, though as she spoke, Fae seemed to pay little attention, instead walking back to the other side of her cart. The two had had this conversation numerous times over the course of the summer. Fae had told her too many times that she knew exactly what she was going to do: she was going to join the [i]Harpies[/i]! But her mother never listened, always brushing it off as a pipe dream. So she'd stopped trying to reason with her mother. Instead of responding, Fae pushed her cart straight at the older woman, causing her to step out of the way as Fae ran through the wall, coming out on the Platform. She was immediately met by a number of familiar faces, which caused a smile to come back to her face.

Through the crowd, Fae caught sight of Madalyne. Well, she caught sight of Madalyne's hair first. Despite being a brunette, the girl's hair had a certain characteristic, with the way it curled and such, that allowed Fae to pick it out of a crowd. Her smile spread wider, and she pushed her cart through the groups of children standing outside the train. She managed to get to where the girl had been standing, in front of Mary and the Twins™️, just in time to see her enter the train. Her smile fell to a small smirk.

[color=orange]"Haven't seen her all summer, and she doesn't even wait around for me?"[/color] Fae complained to the trio, though her tone sounded less annoyed and more amused, making it clear that there was no actual ill will. [color=orange]"One fancy title and I'm chopped liver. Here I thought the bond between beaters was unbreakable. Silly me,"[/color] she then pushed her cart a few feet forward, before stopping, her eyes going to Mary, a mischievous smirk on her face. [color=orange]"Oi, Winthrop, your a Prefect, yeah? Do me a favor and give Maddy a little shit for leavin' me in the dust when you get to your little VIP compartment. Make her think I'm all torn up about it. Thanks, I owe you one,"[/color] she said, not even waiting for the girl to agree to her small-scale scheme to start the year off as she pushed her cart away from the three, leaving the three of them behind her. She hoisted her things off the cart they’d been placed on, not struggling with her few items. She walked through the train, eventually nestling herself in an empty compartment, stowing her things and setting Dickhead in the seat across from her own. Once she had her things all put away, she settled down in her seat, staring at her bird with nothing but contempt in her eyes, and the bird returning with an equal amount of contempt.