The upcoming Ravenclaw fourth year sluggishly pushed her trolley along the Platform, trailing behind her was her Grandma Beatrice, looking much like the disciplinarian she is with her chin up high, stoic facial expression, and poised walk. The woman was sending off her granddaughter to the Hogwarts Express.

"Hurry Beatrice." she said in her usual leveled voice. Her granddaughter moved like a snail. They needed to speed things up if they don't want the train to leave without her. She eyed her granddaughter cautiously, the girl was dragging her bags and luggage all by herself while she was only holding one shoulder bag. Perhaps, she could help her? Hmm. Better not to. That way, Beatrice will become more responsible of her actions.

"Yes...Grandma," Beezus replied, putting much effort into hustling her stuff. Why won't her Grandmother lend a hand? It was obvious she was having difficulty given the weight of her luggage and all. SIGH.

She advanced on and walked beside Beatrice. She found it amusing, really. Her granddaughter's name was Beatrice, and she herself was Beatrice. Oh, she loved this girl so much. Now, she was already on her fourth year at Hogwarts. Merlin, she was growing up so fast. And growing up beautiful and smart for that matter. The 52-year old cleared her throat. "Are you certain you have all the things you need for the term? Books? Potion ingredients? Your uniforms? How about your wand?"

Beezus nodded politely, "I've got it all Grandma. The books are in my trunk, I've checked the Potion ingredients, my uniforms are all there, skirts and shirts, and my wand's at my holster." With her Grandma, everything just had to be organized and every question must receive a response that is clear and distinct. It was suffocating at certain times, but she'll still miss the old woman. After all, she was her Grandmother, her name was derived from hers, and she grows the prettiest flowers.