She had finally made it! How had it come both so slowly and yet so quickly? One moment, she was waving goodbye to her brother and sisters on the platform, begging her father to let her go too and the next moment, she was hugging her father so tight, throwing her luggage onto the train and waving goodbye. It almost felt like a dream. Almost.
Feeling slightly overwhelmed, Ingrid watched out of a window and waved as her father got smaller and smaller until all he resembled was the smallest grain of rice. With a calming breath, Ingrid turned and made towards one of the train compartments at the front, not because they were at the front but because they were the closest and settled herself next to window, her eyes now on the rapidly changing scenery outside of the window.
Unsure exactly how she felt, the little Luck simply drew her legs close to her chest, pulled her hair up using a bobble and grabbed a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them from her backpack and begin to reread the chapter about Dragons again. Sure, she practically had it memorised by now how well could one really know a book? Besides, with the miniature figurine of the dragon she’d bought from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes tucked away in her trunk, a little more knowledge couldn’t go amiss. |