Emmeline did not enjoy the ceremony of the goodbyes and the worries and the promises to write, and she was glad of it when Mum just gave her a hug and told her to take care of Perry. Dad was just as good, a hug and a question if she needed anything from him. Nodding to herself, she even allowed the smallest smile on her face. This was her last year. And what a life to live after that.
She pulled the trolley along behind her, Perry shifting his weight between feet as he rumbled along. The sound of her uniform sleeves against the body of the robes already had her in the proper frame of mind. The day was fine, the train seemed to positively strain at the slips, and soon enough she'd be back in the world she knew best. even if it was a bit noisy already, she noted staring down a group of second or third years laughing too loudly.
But onward and upward, right? She continued on, passing a familiar face here and there, pausing at the varied thumping of somethings falling. She turned about with a light frown, ready to chide the first year on the topic of textbook care, but she paused at the red hair that could only belong to one person. Stooping down, Emmeline helped pick up. "Careful, someone in this crowd would step on these without even realising."
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