They were finally here. The long awaited King's Cross. She was so close to her new journey that her fingertips tingled. It felt weird so she curled them into a fist.

Breath, she told herself, you've wanted this since...ever. No going back to Daddy. He, after all, was the main reason why she'd missed the first three years of her education at Hogwarts. But Beverly didn't resent him in any way. He was just trying to protect after--that event. Besides, she'd taken out all of her pent up anger on her tutors. Miss Flegton's hair was never going to be the same again. Smirk.

She glanced up at her brother. He didn't know just grateful she was that he'd taken time off from whatever secret mission he'd been working on to accompany her. Grandmother Morgana had volunteered, but Beverly 100% preferred the former Slytherin. And Dad had gone to Russia for a conference for a few days.

"Do we..?" She made a walking motion with her fingers toward the wall.

Kennedy was having somewhat of a hard time believing his little sister was now thirteen and not eight. Or that she was on her own journey to Hogwarts.

Jeez. Memories of his first train ride swarmed his mind. Bianca had brought him--a cousin he never knew existed prior two days before. His mother had been an ocean away. And he'd felt extremely alone. It is why he made sure Beverly didn't feel that way. Conveniently, she'd only wanted him to come with her, and he was fine with that. Morgana--their grandmother-- got under his skin.

Glancing from Beverly's walking finger-motion to the wall, he nodded. Taking her hand he picked up their pace to a jog. "You know, if you're not fast enough you'll splat right into the wall." It wasn't true, but he enjoyed teasing her.

Her giggles were enough to tell him he needed to brush up on his story telling skills.