Minnie hauled her trunk up to the steps of the train. She hadn't seen Alfred or Olive, and knowing them they were probably doing some odd thing that Minnie would just feel awkward being a part of. How was she supposed to get her trunk onto the train without making a spectacle of herself? She supposed she could use magic, but that just seemed show-offy, and she was sure she wasn't really allowed to yet. She was still only 16.
She spotted Oscar standing in the middle of the platform and thought to herself, what boy could be better than Oscar Boot to move my trunk for me. She smiled to herself and approached him, tapping him on the shoulder. "Oscar dear, could you please help me with my trunk?"
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