He trotted to the vestibule, a single small travelling bag suspended in his aura. Fleur was responsible for the rest of the baggage, and if he knew her, she’d convince the guard to carry it all off the train for her. If not—well, she played a weak fashion model well enough, but had a field strength stronger than any unicorn he’d known. She could tangle him up hopelessly in suitcases and bags, and make it look like an accident. 