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Tattie
Regret. Regrets that she'd packed so many darn books.
That's what Clara felt as she dragged her trunk to the luggage compartment. This thing was supposed to be LIGHT. At least much lighter than it was, but there was no doubt that it was her books which were weighing it down, even with a charm in affect on the trunk. "UGHHH." She groaned, draaaaagging it as quickly as possible.
There didn't seem to be too many people on the train for the moment, but once it started filling up, she'd be in TROUBLE.
Come. On. You. Stupid. Trunk.
Did the cat really have to come with her this term? She didn't see the thing but a few times a month over last term. He hated being in his cage but he was running all over the platform. Just like the first time on the train.
The cage was tied to her trunk with her owls cage for easy moving. She made it through the corridor with easy. Heading to the luggage compartment she spotted someone she knew struggling with her own trunk "Clara?" She half sqeeled her name. Getting closer she pushed the other end of her trunk.