My father Gais is the conductor of the Hogwarts Express. Years spent travelling on railways and tracks of tracks around Scotland's vast beauty. To stations from stations. Hogwarts to King's Cross and back again every year. Time passes like passing landscapes; a sudden blur that keeps going on. That is until I met this boy. The Chosen One they call him, but I couldn't help but fall head-over-heels. I just have to wait until they catch the train back home. Perhaps he's my chance of reality. Cassiopeia Hawthorne doesn't know what trouble she really has gotten into when it comes to the realisation of her dark past.