Mother was crying. Pandora wasn't in much of a better mood. As soon as Draco had spotted his two beefy friends tumbling through the solid brick entrance to the platform he left to join them, immediately assuming the position of group leader. Drawn up to the platform was a vast red steam train. It looked a little like an impatient dragon as steam billowed and the grumbling noise of the engines filled the station. All around the train- hanging out of windows, milling around on the platform, suddenly materialising out of the brick wall- were people. All of them seemed to know each other, all of them were looking forward to their new school year. There was a group of older girls, all talking over each other as loudly and as quickly as possible in an effort to impart the greatest amount of gossip in the shortest amount of time. A tabby cat streaked through her legs, closely followed by a harried looking second year as he sprinted after it, repeatedly apologising as he bumped into students carrying piles of trunks and owl cages. Behind her was a family who by their odd clothes and wide eyes Pandora could only assume were muggles. She edged closer into her mother's robes, and grasped onto her hand. That wasn't something that she had done since she was very little and before Draco started calling her 'mummy's girl' but right now she didn't really care. She just wanted to go home. Whistles blew. In a sudden whirl of last minute hair ruffles and blown noses, she somehow found herself shepherded through the doors of the train and desperately hanging out of a window to find her parents and wave her last goodbyes. Draco, standing on her left at the window was too cool to wave. Pandora however, willing the hot prickly tears forming in her eyes back into her tear ducts watched as the twin blonde heads of her parents disappeared from view behind the seething mass of other parents waving and crying out. And then they were gone. Somehow within seconds the dirty greyness of London council flats were replaced by the soft, undulating green hills of South East England. Turning back to her left it transpired that her brother had also vanished, leaving her alone in the corridor with only a giggling group of fourth years. If there was going to be a time to start being brave, this was it. She threw her shoulders back and plastered the slight, confident smile that gave her father and brother such an air of careless glamour onto her face. She managed about ten strides like this before bursting into tears and throwing herself into the nearest empty compartment to sob in silence.