"Here you are Monsieur," Marjorie said handing the taxi cab man her fare.

"Thank you Miss." The driver said tipping his hat as he put the rest of her luggage next to her on the side walk. She looked down by her feet to see her Fawkes sitting at her by her black high heels. Fawkes looked up at his owner.

"Alright alright keep your boots on, we'll go, just let me get my bags." She grabbed her carpet bags and walked into King's Cross station.

The busy train station was something Marjorie didn't like. People started to stare at her, maybe it was the fact that she was tall then again 5'7" wasn't really that tall. Or that she was wearing a black bell skirt with a white elbow length sleeves with no shoulders. So she looked like a model like a model that doesn't mean they should stare.

Fox trotted alongside her as a little girl waved at him while he gave her a catty smile back to her.

"Come on Fawkes the platform is over here." Marjorie said walking over to the platform. "Ready, Fawkes?" she asked sweetly to her companion. The tiny calico cat looked up at her and gave a slight nod. "Let's go!" She said running through, Fawkes trailing behind.

The little girl that had waved at Fawkes stood staring wide eyes at the wall and trying to tell her mom what had happened. Once again The Slytherin Princess had forgotten to look around before run through the barer.