Benji sighed as he settled into a carriage. This was not how he pictured the start of his sixth year going. A carriage instead of the train? And... Going to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts? Yeah, definitely not what he had pictured. Maybe it was for the better. A fresh start. Or something. Last year had definitely not been his favorite year. Looooots of isolationist tendencies and studying and, y'know, scary mist and all that. Maybe this one would be better... Anyway, he settled into the cushy seat with his orange cat, Charlie, draped across his lap. He absentmindedly scratched the cat's head while he stared out the window. Would anyone be joining him in the back here? He'd beaten most people on board.