It was marvelous enough to linger one’s eyes on for more than just a mere few moments. Perhaps it was the welcoming, scarlet hue of its skin – or the warning whistles it liberated through the dead of blue sky of that afternoon. Whatever it was, Natalie was sure it would never cease its warmth. She stared up at the Hogwarts Express with a pinch of exhilaration, but more so a sense of dread. Dread because she despised Hogwarts, for all it was. Happiness. Learning. Welcoming. Understanding.