“Sage, would you hurry up!” her older brother called from up ahead. Rolling her eyes, Sage quickened her pace and tried to catch up with her brothers and sister. Her mother and father were both too busy to bring her to King’s cross today so they asked Blake, who had already graduated, to see her off.

Sage was careful not to jostle her owl Grimm, who was busy cleaning his feathers, as she weaved through the crowd of busy bodies and made her way to the platform.