It's been about an hour or so, I can't remember. Frostbite sits in his cage, Kuma beside him, as I stare out the window. Magical travel to me is annoying, I like rising around, it gives me time to think, and I like the movement. Father doesn't complain, he just sends me out the door, and gives the mortal driver instructions, where and when I'm to be let off.

The car is, of course, enchanted. It moves faster and quieter than it would if it were normal, invisible to mortal's outside. I remember that a cousin of mine had tried to run away once, and had been picked up by a bus or something that acted like this. He'd been recaptured, and the drivers' had been punished.

The scenery outside slows, and eventually stops. The door opens, and I pull Kuma with me.

It's light outside, a little past noon, and much, much warmer than Northern Ontario, though there is still a small amount of snow on the ground. A small town with a train station, somewhere near the American-Canadian border. I see that people are staring, maybe they've never seen a real car or something, or one this new.

I pull off my heavy, black wool coat, and toss it onto the ground. A maid immediately picks it up, and she doesn't dare scold me for being so rude. I find this fun, actually, teasing the working class; they're so scared I'll turn them into frogs or something.

Mortals can be so stupid sometimes...Though, It wasn't like wizards and other magical creatures were better, they could be just as stupid too. (My nonexistent mother was proof of that.)

I hold him tightly, a black uniformed maid pulling Frost Bite's cage from the car, where he had been beside me. I watch as the servants pull the things from the car, my one wooden trunk, a smaller trunk I could've carried in myself if I were so inclined to that was filled with my school things, books, parchment, ink, quills, things like that, and putting them onto a dolly and pulling it into the building, Frost Bite's cage being carried by a maid, and I shove Kuma into the arms of another maid.

If only for a laugh, I hop on the dolly, and sit on my sizable, wooden trunk. He stops for a moment, feeling my extra weight, and looks back at me. I laugh, and smile. "Indulge me." He doesn't say anything, and continues, pulling me along with the luggage.

I'm sure it seems childish, riding along with my things, but I really don't care. It's fun, and that's all that mattered.

I'm half-aware of some other family, saying goodbye to the oldest one. The only reason I've taken notice is because the smallest ones are screaming and crying, and I silently pray that those people aren't coming onto the same train as I am. I don't think I could remain sane if they were.

I step off the dolly, and wait until they have everything in the train's cargo hold, before boarding the train. There's only a few other people, mostly teens that are sitting around, trying to strike up a conversation that mostly revolved around the school they all hoped to attend.

I don't bother saying anything, none of them are of any importance, there are hardly any wizarding royalty in the America's, they are all in Europe. I think that's why most of my family moved back to France, Dad had stayed in Canada for his wife's, my mothers' sake. If he hadn't, I'd probably be speaking Parisian French, and not Quebecois French.

There was only room on the scholarship list for three or so American students, that included both the US and Canada, so I had to make sure I got it. God knows what Father would do if I didn't. I find myself an empty cabin, and wait.