The train station was full of parents sending their excited kids away to Hogwarts. Parents nearly in tears about sending their eleven year olds away for the

first times, other parents looking rather pleased about getting their children away from the house for a few months. One parent in the crowd looked neither upset nor relieved, he looked rather Nott stood over the thirteen year old girl, looking quite tired with dark bags under his eyes and his dark hair was in a

mess. "Darla, please, just get on the train," he begged, putting his hands on the girl's shoulders. Darla stood stiff and stuck her hands in the pockets of her

black dress pants. "No," she said firmly and looked away from her choppy black hair fell casually over her dark brown eyes as she turned, but she didn't make a move to fix it. Instead, she stared off at the platform sign. Theodore, annoyed, turned his daughter around and pushed her toward the train. "You'll

go back, and you'll like it, and you'll have fun, and you, please, won't attempt to set any more students on fire."Darla dug the heels of her black Mary Jane's into the concrete. "I didn't set Scorpius on fire on purpose," she argued. "I was making him better." Theodore stopped pushing his daughter and reached down to pick up the small black and white cat that had been following them, meowing rather loudly in a rather annoying pitch. "Explain to me again how

him having the edge of his robes on fire made him better," he asked, stroking the morbidly obese cat, its layers of fat hanging over Theodore's arms. The petite girl clicked her heels together and shrugged. "Beats me, but it made him better." She said and pulled the cat from her father's arms, holding it close

to her tiny chest.

. "Darla, darling, you should try to make friends with other Slytherins, it's a good thing to do. I'm sure if you tried to make friends with Scorpius then you

wouldn't want to set him on fire anymore." As much as Darla didn't agree with this statement, she nodded. "Fine, Daddy," she growled as she rubbed her thin, pointed chin across the cat's soft fur.."Lucinda and I will get on the bloody train, and we'll go to that stupid school, with the stupid teachers, because

you won't get me a bloody tutor." Ignoring the distain in his daughter's voice, Theodore ruffled up her hair and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "That's a good girl, now, send me an owl when you get there, I'm sure that Nip can still find his way to Hogwarts, and please, please, please, be good." He told her, a little worry in his voice. He took his old Slytherin scarf off from his neck and wrapped it loosely around his daughter's. Darla quickly promised him that she

would be as good as she possibly could, which really wasn't terribly good, before they said their goodbyes and she, reluctantly, got onto the train. Wandering down the corridors, she finally found an open compartment. She sat Lucinda in the seat beside her and ran her fingers across the well worn scarf. Maybe

she should try to be nicer to people, although, it probably wouldn't happen. She had a reputation to uphold, she couldn't smile and act like she cared about

the people here.