Frankie stood onto a thestral-drawn carriage - not that she could see the thestrals, but she had heard tales of them and their iridescent skin. The carriage wobbled under her weight and she distantly wondered if Augustus and Elina were right behind her. She had rather enjoyed their company on the train though she wasn't sure if they enjoyed hers, but she dearly hoped so. If not, then it was their loss and yet she didn't even want to think of the prospect. Frankie sat onto the leather seat and moved her curly mess of red away from her face in aggravation. Her stomach growled and she couldn't wait until the feast.