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Cerise woke early in the morning to finish her preparations for Hogwarts. She triple checked to see if she had everything, before leaving her trunk by the front door.
Her feet carried her throughout the house, taking in each rooms as well as the memories they held. Baking with her mother, playing wizarding chess with her father, her mother teaching her muggle history ( she was insistent the girl stay informed even if she was a pure blood witch ).
The cottage that was a comfort to the girl was long gone, instead it held a barren residence. There was no comfort in sight.
Cerise had been on time to the Hogwarts train. Her black trench coat ( taken from her mothers closet ) fit her nicely, yet it symbolized the mourning of the de Lapin's ( or rather the sole survivor of the family line ).
Cerise eyes the family hugging each other and whispering teary goodbyes.
Cerise never got to say goodbye to her mother and father.
Her eyes scanned the platform, but who was she to kid? There was no one who'd seek her out.
She boarded the train, looking for a seat in the back secluded from students. Arriving early to the platform gave her an advantage to finding a booth to use.
