It had been a silly idea to ever let her parents convince her to step foot onto this train. Sure, The Hogwarts Express was truly beautiful, and she had painted her nails in a candy apple red polish to match the, but even that hadn’t stirred up the enthusiasm she had been hoping. At least she had tried, she supposed, but could anything ever soothe the sting of not attending Durmstrang as she’d wanted? Time, maybe, Seraphine thought as she wandered the corridors feeling restless. Why her father hadn’t been able to transport her to school on his own seemed ridiculous. ‘Rite of passage’ was what her parents had said, but Seraphine hadn’t bought it. She’d spent the couple of nights before she was due to board the train herself researching the topic. Apparently, the Ministry decided that students who did not arrive by train wouldn’t be able to attend the school. All the more reason for her to have missed it. Why hadn’t she destroyed her ticket again? …oh, right. After the incident with her Hogwarts letters, Maman knew better. Darnit.
The blond was lost in her thoughts while she imagined what it would be like to arrive at Durmstrang today instead when a voice called out to her. Startled from her thoughts, Sera rattled off a question in German before remembering to speak English.
“Sorry,” she apologized, stepping into the compartment so that she wouldn’t be in anyone’s way, “Why are you incapable of entertaining yourself? Couldn’t you play with your owl? Or read?”