Presley's trunk had an undetectable extension charm, so it really was five times bigger on the inside. The problem with that was that she'd forgotten to charm it to feel lighter. So when she dragged the singular trunk it felt like she was picking up a house. Almost. Her first stop after that incredibly awkward moment with Shaklebolt was the luggage compartment. She heaved her trunk into the train and looked around for a spot to set her stuff. The floor would be nice, she couldn't imagine lifting that monster more than a coupld of inches.

She slid her trunk into a corner and collapsed in muscle exhaustion. She didn't want to move, so she just sat there on the floor of the luggage compartment leaning up against her trunk. She realized that everyone else here probably thought she was a freak, but she couldn't care any less than she did. Happy Birthday, she thought with a grin. She wasn't being sarcastic. This was the best birthday present that she got every year. She got to have nobody care about her, and it was awesome.