It took a while for the train to actually start up and begin moving, but once it did, the restless Emilia seemed to sink into her seat, relaxing almost immediately as a small smile found her lips.
"Finally." She moaned softly, closing her eyes and shrinking into the comfort of the compartment. "Itching to go, are ye?"
Emilia slowly nodded, leaning her head against the glass and opening her big green eyes once more, "My sisters are on the other train."
Rubeus seemed taken aback for a moment before he smiled, "That little white-haired angel?"
Emilia cocked a brow as she stared at Rubeus, who's eyes widened and a deep red blush crept across his face, "I-I didn't mean anythin' by it." He promised, and Emilia frowned.
"How old are you?" She glared, and Rubeus seemed to flinch at the sudden hostility in her tone, "Fifteen." He said, and the glare fell from Emilia's eyes.
"Wait," She blinked and examined the man, "No fifteen year old - "
"In case ye haven't noticed, I'm half giant." He admitted, looking down as if ashamed. Emilia blinked, "I'm so sorry," She felt guilt envelop her, "I just assumed that you were a teacher."
Rubeus' face beamed then, "I'd love to be a Hogwarts teacher some day." He smiled and his merry expression returned, relaxing Emilia momentarily. "What year are you in?"
Emilia's gaze found the window again and she sighed, "I've been home-schooled up until today, but I think I'll be a sixth year."
"How old are ye?" Rubeus asked, and Emilia smiled softly, "Sixteen."
The half-giant nodded, "You'll be a sixth year, alright."
Silence fell over the couple for a long while, although somehow despite how it probably should've felt - Emilia was at ease with Rubeus' presence. He didn't make her feel awkward or unwanted in any way.
Occassionally he would catch her staring and he'd smile warmly at the girl before she looked away once more.
Finally, the train was at it's highest point in the sky and Emilia stood up, pressing herself against the window as she peered down into an enormous forest, but this view wasn't admired for long as the train took a nose-dive and finally found a set of steel tracks at the entrance of a large, stone tunnel.
Everything went black and Emilia placed her hands out in front of her to feel for her seat, only to be jolted forward as the train came to a grinding halt. She fell flat on her face and with a quiet hiss of pain, she sat up and brushed herself off, only to feel several hard objects collide with her.
Soon, Emilia was covered in clothes and despite the light that exposed her now, still the train did not move.
"Are ye orright, Miss?" Rubeus knelt down beside the girl and she slowly nodded, "Mildly concussed, perhaps, but I'll live," She smiled softly, "Maybe."
