The bustling, laughing, excited voices that had arose onto the platform had been overpowered by the shrill of the train, and, until it had ended, most families were shouting at the ones who were boarding. Morgana hugged her mother and father tightly before kissing each brother on the cheeks. On of her brothers, Nyx, worked in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry, and the other, Pike, was the Keeper for the Chudley Cannons.
"I'll see you all sooner than you think!" she shouted at them as she stepped onto the train. "Christmas will be here before you know it!"
The train began to slowly move its way from the platform when she smiled at her family, giving them a wave with her small hand. Once the train rounded the corner and her family was out of sight, she sighed and tucked a few of her black tresses behind her ear. She heaved a heavy sigh, and closed the train door. She turned, her long black hair billowing around her before resting just underneath the small of her back. School was the last thing she wanted to do, but she had to. Morgana would rather spend time with family and learn magic and other magical things from them than learn from old witches and wizards who, to her, should have died decades ago. But they were still alive and kicking, and she didn't know what to do with that. She was a happy cheerful person, but her Pureblood Slytherin roots still got the best of her sometimes, and she hated that part of her. She hated that she hated people for being old and decrepit.
With another sigh, she walked down the tiny halls of the train car, searching for any of the other Hogwarts students she had gotten to know and befriend over the years. And now that the darkest wizard ever known to man had been killed, the aura of each house had now changed. Everyone was friendlier to one another, and of course she didn't mind. Morgana was just one of those who had been put in Slytherin when they shouldn't have been, because she loved nearly everyone she met. And if they hated her, she could care less.
Eventually spotting the one boy she had met on her first ever ride to Hogwarts with friends from his own house, she smiled a bright white smile and opened the door. The three boys looked at her, and she raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, did I interrupt something?" she asked in a joking manner, though she had meant to say it in a colder tone. Coldness wasn't a part of her being, and whenever she tried to be, her friends laughed, and her along with them. And not in a mean way, either, just because being cold wasn't something she could pull off.
Laughing at herself, Morgana turned and closed the door behind her before sitting next to Evan. She gave him a small hug and nodded at the other two when she pulled away. "Seriously, though, what were you talking about?"