Willow, and her father, arrived on the platform in good time for the train leaving.

Nathan looked at his watch and then glanced down the platform wondering where Paris and Egypt were, his eyes landing on a couple of the boys who looked around Willow's age and he eyed them suspiciously. Nathan had become a endless worrier since his daughters hit their teens, scaring any teenage boy who dared to set foot in their home... much to the girls' distaste and annoyance. He looked back down at his daughter and placed his hand on her small shoulder.

She looked up at her dad and gave him a bright smile. “Don't worry, Dad.” She said softly. “I'll be alright.” She tried to reassure him, sensing his trepidation. He seemed more nervous than her, and she was the one going to the damn school and having to make new friends and get used to new classes!

Nate placed the tank on the ground containing Willow's new pet Chameleon, Godzilla, and crouched down so he was at her eye level... which wasn't very high at all. “I know, love.” He said gently, giving her a weak but genuine smile. She was always so positive and good natured about everything. “But it's a father's place to worry about his teenage daughters.” He reached in his pocket and handed her three galleons. “Here. For on the train. Your Uncle Liam tells me the pumpkin pasties are to die for.” The summer had been one of the best he could remember, with the whole family back home. He coughed, choking back his sudden stupid emotion. Bloody hell! Of all the places. He pulled his youngest daughter into an embrace. “Owl me if you need anything.”

Willow's eyes welled up. It wasn't like her dad to be over emotional, he liked to pretend he was all manly about things, like his friend Mr Warren, but Willow knew differently. She had an innate ability to sense emotions and atmosphere. She wrapped her little arms around him and hugged him back tightly. “I'll be ok.” She repeated. “I love you.” She sniffled into his shoulder.

He gave her a wider smile and ruffled her hair. “Yeah ...you too.” He replied, straightening up and looking down at the wee girl. He picked up her trunk and put it into the luggage car, looking back at Willow, he said. “You better get going. If you see Paris, tell her.. tell her to be careful with those chocolate bombs of hers.”

He handed her Godzilla and the two of them boarded the train. He decided not to wait around until it left. He felt a right divvy just standing there while the kids gawked at him out of the window. He waved at Willow once and started to make his way heavily to the exit, back towards Kings Cross Station.

Willow nodded and grinned, wiping her eyes with her hand. She made her way down the train and took a seat in an empty compartment. Taking Godzilla out of his tank and placing him on her knee. He slowly started to alter his pigmentation to match her yellow summer dress. She giggled as she watched him. He was an endless source of fascination to Willow.