Standing before the long, cherry red train, Cosette took in a solid deep breath, holding onto the handle to her long black and gold lined trunk. She turned to see all the families smiling, crying, and giving off their children. How pathetic. They were only going to school for a term, not heading off into the militia. It was so disheartening.

Turning around, she looked at one of her butlers, Hesley. He was around sixty, still had a full head of snow white hair and round spectacles that topped his long narrow nose. His wrinkles never really bothered her, she had known him ever since she was born. He was her personal butler, and her giver for the day. "I am sorry Master Bastien couldn't give you off today." Hesley said, mentioning her father. True, he was on a mission for the ministry, but it really didn't bother her. "Hesley, this is just a new school. I'm not getting married, heaven's forbid."

She gave him a sidelong semi-smile. He knew she was going to get into trouble at school, like the last one. But she was good at heart, sometimes. "Don't worry about me, Hesley. Just make sure that Papa get's treated well when I am gone." She bit her lip. "And be sure to tell him to not get killed playing with the new toys I got him. If he needs me, he has the Two-Way mirror." She thought she said everything she needed too.

Helsey nodded, putting his bowler hat on his snow topped hair. Placing a hand on her shoulder, she shrugged it off. "Hesley, this is just school. No need for ill fickle emotions." She spat, rubbing her hand where he touched her shoulder. He nodded, knowing all to well he shouldn't have even done that. "You best be off." He grunted, turning his green gaze to the train.

Cosette nodded, gripping her hold on her trunk. Giving him a nod, he walked away and so did she, in separate directions.