The Baltazar family gathered out into Kings Cross. Xavier had DROVE the family to the train station. DROVE a MUGGLE CAR. Impressive, no?

As he strutted down the station with a proud look on his face, Xavier pushed Peyton's cart forward, making a silly face at Cornelius, who sat on top of his daughter's trunks. It seemed like she had packed more this term around. His eyed her carefully as she walked ahead of them, his wife at her side. His three eldest daughters always packed extra because of...boys.

Now one of them was married with twins, and the other two had boyfriends. Peyton was absolutely NOT ALLOWED to have a boyfriend yet. Or until she was 50. She was fourteen, still a baby in his eyes. But, he wasn't daft. He'd seen her change over the summer and he just hoped a boy wasn't responsible for it. For majority, anyway. SIIIIIIIIIGH.

"We'll see you off, okay, darling," he said in case she had forgotten. They'd gone over it at home. He wasn't leaving until he made sure the train was safe. Anything for his little munchkin...even if she wasn't too happy about it.

Ursulla walked along Peyton, her eyes ahead of her while she clutched on to her purse, tightly. Merlin. Oh Merlin, indeed. Was she the only one who'd seen what their youngest daughter was wearing? Sure, she hadn't been there to teach Peyton much about style and...this was all Xavier's fault. Taking her to Quidditch practices when she was young. It must of have had some kind of influence on the girl.

Pity. Maybe she could get Yvonne, Yvette and Yvanna to help Peyton with her wardrobe choices. This just wouldn't do. Sigh. Peyton was such a father's girl. But, she loved the girl too much to complain about her clothing choices. Well, up front, anyway. They butted heads too much, that, whatever improvement they've made --which was almost non-existent-- she didn't want to ruin.

.....

"Okay, daddy," Peyton replied, turning only just to send him a tight smile. Why her parents still treated her like a child was beyond her. Even her mother, she was acting like her bodyguard or something. If it was because of the Seth thing, it was over, and they didn't have to worry about it.

She side-glanced at her mother and wrinkled her nose. Peyton couldn't wait until she was at Hogwarts so she wouldn't have to deal with the woman. If she thought that following her around would erase years of hurt, Ursulla Baltazar was completely wrong.

"I'm going to go ahead. See you in a bit," she said, once again, turning to her father and waving at Cornelius, and ignoring her mother. Peyton then proceeded to skipping ahead of them and walking through the wall.

Finally she'd be free from all the smothering. :3