ooc: We've only just started so, welcome aboard.

Doyle looked up as the whistle blew on the train. He hadn't even noticed it pull up. How strange. He resolved to see the school matron as soon as possible after they arrived. "Excuse me?" he asked, startled by her question, though he took her glasses. "Oh, yes, of course."

Doyle took out his hankerchief and stood up as he polished the ink stains off her glasses. In addition to the large smudge across one of the lenses, the frames seemed to be coated. "If you don't mind..." he began as he put the hankerchief back and took out his wand instead. He pointed his wand at the grime and cleaned it with a quick spell. "There you are, now I think we'd better get on the train before it leaves without us," he said, though there was a full fifteen minutes left until that time.