Kurumi smiled. Raven was very understanding and much more mature than most of the first year boys she had known. "Thanks," she nodded with a slight giggle in her tone. "Well, understanding is my forte." She allowed herself to embrace the light moment before she continued. "Um, growing up, I didn't have anyone to talk to besides my family. I have three older brother who I spent most of my time with. My father was usually busy with work and my mother always seemed to be afraid of me unless I was doing normal things with her like baking or playing the piano." She paused. "Eleven years go by, eleven years of being tortured everyday, and then this owl shows up at my home with a letter and my mother faints. Turns out that my family had been lying to me...they all were witches and wizards. Well, everyone except my mother." Kurumi found it hard to continue now as burning tears were beginning to form in her eyes. Talking about her family and everything she had gone through up until she had boarded the crimson steam engine last year was like reliving everything over again. "S-S-Sorry," she whispered pulling out her yellow handkerchief. "I didn't mean to start crying..."