Stumbling down the stairs to the bathroom, Leandra looked like a right mess. Her hair untied into a mess of black and white, her eyes drooping into a semi-awake glaze, her mouth slightly open, her silken nightgown in uncharacteristic pink hanging loosely on her slight frame - mornings were never her favourite part of any day. She didn't even notice her parents saying hi as she stumbled into the kitchen, and she was too tired to notice that a set of clothes were waiting by the bathroom - along with a towel. She had only one goal in life at present.<span style="font-style: italic">Coffee.</span>She got into the kitchen and miraculously managed to find a clean cup without breaking anything, and filled it with steaming hot black coffee. Not even noticing the heat, she downed it all in three massive gulps before heading to her room to find clothes, only to stumble in said clothes outside the bathroom. She yawned. "Thanks, mum..." The snicker from her parents went entirely unnoticed.<br/><br/>After a quick shower - in ice-cold water - Leandra was finally beginning to feel refreshed after a good nights' sleep. She got into her clothes after drying up - a suitably victorian dress with a fluffy knee-length skirt, black stockings, the whole package - and tied up her hair into her trademark ponytail, letting an enchanted make-up set take care of the rest of her. Finally, she looked like a human being again. She went back to the kitchen for a proper breakfast and found a plate of bread, eggs, and an assortment of meats already set out for her. Needless to say she ate it all in several large bites, completely ignoring the rest of the world. How on earth she remained skinny was a mystery to everyone, herself included. "Anyhfing you nee' hel-p wiff befhowe I go?" she asked the question with her mouth full. Both parents simply shook their heads. Her father answered. "If we can manage without you for a full school year, one hour to or fro won't make any difference. I suggest you get to King's Cross in good time instead of meandering about here. Finish your food, and I'll drive you. I already packed the car."<br/><br/>After finishing her food and bidding her mother farewell, Leandra spent the next hour and a half in the passenger seat of her father's car. The vehicle never saw much use, what with magical travel being so much easier, but it had certain benefits. The easy transport of large amounts of stuff being one of them. And it had a low profile, especially when the driver was wearing a polo shirt and jeans. "You didn't forget anything, Lea?" "Nah, nothing big. All the books are at Hogwarts, and I packed all my clothes and shoes and similar." "Yes, it still amazes me how you can fit those enourmus amounts of stuff into your bags, since you don't use spatial folding charms. I mean, honestly - how many pairs of boots do you have?" "I lost count at fourty." They both chuckled a bit.<br/><br/>Needless to say that Leandra needed some paternal help as far as getting all her luggage to platform 9 3/4 went. The two looked rather comical - polar opposites as far as appearance went - hauling all the things across the station. But they got all the luggage to the platform well ahead of time, said their goodbyes, and Leandra somehow managed to pull all her things through the portal in the pillar.<br/><br/>Exiting said portal, though, Leandra tripped and fell, her belongings scattering in bags, suitcases, rucksacks and various other containers across the platform. She gave a little yelp during the fall, much to the amusement of nearby students. She then spotted Isaac a little further away, and waved her hand at him. "Hey, Ice! Give me a hand, will ya?"