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BanaBatGirl 
"It waaaaaas true, it was," Anastasia murmured somewhat into Recard's ear. "And think of the children, the poor children that haven't even SEEN Hogwarts yet...."
Yes, the children. COUGH. The "children" didn't want to walk all the way to the castle in pumps that cost more than a small car. It was all for the "children."
As awkward as this was for her, Recard was no Zan Truebridge, after all, the distress act seemed to be working on the Transportation Head. And so it seemed that the lady with the flat tire broken wagon wheel worn-out horse and buggy stranded train would live to ride another day. He had a PLAN, he said, a PLAN!
And then he poofed. "Typical man," the redhead growled, stalking back to the train and throwing open the door for the front. Time to go yell at some more kids until he got back, she supposed.
After Disapperating back to level six of the Ministry, Armen set to work gathering all the THINGS he would need, all the while thinking of what the Headmistress said before he left, 'He was doing it for the children'. Siiigh. He was SO going to be on the front page of the Prophet after this.
Excited once more by that prospect, he disapperated and came back to his location beside the train, a sack of PORTKEYS thrown over his shoulder--a much skinnier form of Father Christmas.
Now where had Truebridge gone?