Alexander watched the girls, toying with his wand until the train finally slowed to a quiet stop. He stood as Charles walked in, looking irritated. Charles glared at Alexander and beckoned for his brother to come over. Alexander obeyed, not wanting to get disciplined again in front of Blair. "Behave yourself, Alexander. I don't want to be hearing about your bs, okay?" Charles hissed. Alexander nodded. "Why are we stopping? Are we there yet?" His voice was soft, but still carried that same harsh cold. He was putting on a show for his brother.