Elder Blood Witcher 311 All Aboard!

It wasn't long before Reima, Ciri and Snuffles found themselves standing outside of platform 9 3/4. In Reima's hand he held the Staff of Ma.n.u.s, it's axe head sitting prominently and intimidatingly atop the mangled almost black wooden haft. Despite how he's easily carrying it, it's weight is more similar to a car than a magical focus, luckily the weight doesn't seem to negatively affect the things he's standing on, despite the small strain he feels from wielding it.

His clothing consists of a white t-shirt under a thin black jumper that hugs his body, below that he's wearing a pair of dark blue jeans along with some beige shoes. Fortunately King's cross station has some Muggle repelling wards of some kind so people don't notice his Cat-like eyes as they walk by.

On his side stands Ciri who's holding her own staff, the Demon Catalyst. It's ashen white wood is topped with large jagged pieces of obsidian-like stone that seem to almost glow in the presence of magic. She wears furred boots that match with her tight leather pants, her jewelled belt is not hidden from view either as it sits in it's usual place. Above that she's wearing a white blouse reminiscent of the one that she used to wear, still sitting ever present between her cleavage lays her Wolf's head medallion that seems to stare back at everyone who looks. Her hair is let down and random strands brush against her shoulders. Last but not least is Snuffles who sits in Ciri's embrace, her left arm wrapping comfortably around the red eye'd black furred rabbit, her fluffy ears adorably flop lifelessly as she enjoys Ciri's body heat.

Ciri "Are you sure this is the right place? I'd rather not break my nose... Maybe you should go first?" she says gesturing towards the rather durable looking brick wall.

Reima shrugs and semi-confidently steps forwards and eventually through the wall, the surrounding people not seeming to notice that someone had literally disappeared before their eyes. Ciri follows quickly after, flinching as she attempts to headb.u.t.t the wall but sighing in relief when her face remains intact.

On the other side she finds Reima waiting for her, as they had come early there didn't seem to be many people around, which suited her preference as being mobbed was not fun in the least.

Already waiting for it's pa.s.sengers is the Hogwarts Express, the black and red colouring making it look unique from all the other locomotives she'd ever seen before, if she hadn't had Reima explaining everything she'd thought it was magic... Which, come to think of it, might be the case for this one.

Reima "Let's find a seat... At the back preferably, I'd rather not be bothered by side-characters." he says semi-sarcastically while stepping aboard the train. Inside is a warm, neat and comfortable interior that reminded Reima of old luxury trains he'd seen from movies. They walk to the end of the train and commandeer a cabin for themselves, as soon as they sit down Reima kicks his feet up, gets out his ca.s.sette player and puts on some music.

Ciri "I thought our music machines didn't work around magic?" she asks confused.

Reima shrugs, "I'm guessing it's only around high levels of ambient magic, so I'll be putting it away before we get to Hogwarts."

Ciri "Huh, can I have mine then?" she asks, knowing that he's literally got everything they own inside his Folded s.p.a.ce. He nods and tosses it to her, along with whatever Ca.s.sette is still inside it... The Wall? She's got good taste.

Reima "Ah, before I forget." he tosses her a couple books on magic. "You should start revising, we'll probably get tested to see how far we are in our magical studies."

She groans and reluctantly opens a book with one hand, her ear phones covering one ear and her other hand stroking Snuffles.

Reima glances at Nerissa in her Rabbit form and wonders where he's going to acquire blood from inside of Hogwarts... It wouldn't surprise him if Dumbledore was able to track who enters and leaves the castle as that kind of feature was all to easy to add to wards. They've still got a couple weeks of blood left from the Talicia's reservations but this'll be a big problem down the line, if only his blood wasn't literally lava, he'd be more than willing to have the Loli vampire suck on hi- Ahem. His neck...

An hour quickly pa.s.ses and the train still hasn't left the platform, it seems they're expecting students to come late and so ask them to come much earlier than the original departure time... This only makes him more sure of how useless and lazy most of the Weasley family is, with the exception of Charlie, Bill and Arthur, he feels as if they deserve all the criticism they get... Maybe not Arthur? He's a Ministry official and didn't find it strange that his son's rat had lived way, way longer than any regular rat should have. Reima however, only puts the blame on him being dosed up to his gills with love potion via Molly Weasley. He had found it strange that no one questions it in the movies, but it really is despicable and almost akin to **** if you think about it.