[The beginning...] Excited chatter filled the ears of the aptly named Copper, both students and parents alike hurrying along the platform like there was no tomorrow, dragging with them trunks large enough to carry bodies, owls asleep with their heads beneath their wings, and wicker baskets from which hissing, spitting and the occasional yowl sounded. There were shouts and screams, laughter, the occasional firework, and the sound of a grand old engine letting out steam, just waiting to be off like she. Not one for nervousness, even the red-headed girl with bright turquoise lamps couldn't help but shy away from the action, a combination of awe and delight filling her veins. Wow. Speechless she hugged her grandparents tightly, for it would be months before she saw them again. "Take care, darlin'.." she heard, pride lacing her grandpa's voice. "T'think you're all grown up now.." This surprised a laugh from the young wildfire, folding her arms across her chest as she replied, "Am I really? Really?" He joined in the laughter as she crossed her eyes, kissing her forehead and nudging her forward into the streaming crowd. "Promise you'll write!" A nod, and she disappeared from sight.
While her grandparents continued to wave, Copper bounced along the narrow passage, searching for an empty compartment to snag as her own for the long journey. The basket in her arms yowled in despair. "I know you hate being shut away," she told her kitten quite snidely. "But I can't have you terrorising everyone just yet!" If he could speak, she felt sure he'd say, 'And the same to you!' The train jolted and she stumbled, conveniently right toward what looked to be one of the final entirely free seats. Hastily she slid the door open and scooted over to the window, pressing her nose against the glass and grumbling in annoyance as her warm breath fogged up the cold surface. The whistle sounded, and before she knew it, the scene before her eyes began to move. Her heart danced with the prospect of an adventure; she'd heard stories from both her father and grandfather which had made her stomach turn, the longing to finally attend herself growing rapidly each day as the final month was counted down by a calendar of her very own.
Diagon Alley had already taken her breath away, the young girl previously spending the majority of her time within a Muggle world. The first proper glimpse of the alien society brought shouts of joy from her lips as she skipped along the cobbled stones, poking her head into every store passed and now.. now it was time for Hogwarts; for a school of magic which most believed the stuff of fairytales and nothing more. But it was real, and she was going. She, Copper Rose Alexander, was to learn to be a witch. Dragon, now free from his cage, contentedly curled upon his mistress's lap with his tail over his eyes and purred with a sound equivalent in volume to the wheels of the Hogwarts Express working below as she began to daydream, still gazing out the window.