"Yeah, it's somewhere close to here. Thanks for taking me all the way out here,-uhh." Leavitt gritted his teeth, so close to shutting the car door. "R-Ralf...?" "Conner." the chauffeur replied deadpan. "I drove you the entirety of this month, sir." "Right! And I knew it had a, uh, 'r'... In it, so I'm getting better." Leavitt gave a false grin, holding it only for an awkward minute before sighing in defeat. "I'll just get my own bags, pop the trunk?"<br/><br/>Leavitt wheeled his suitcase into the station with disheartened steps, not even bothering to look ahead for his platform. He mumbled to himself about name-tags and trains until he nearly passed his stop- thankfully, some girl walked through before him, catching his eye as she disappeared. He stopped for a second, flummoxed by the vanishing act, before remembering his own directions to get to the school. He glanced around to see if anybody else had noticed, and after reassuring himself they hadn't, walked through.<br/><br/>He was almost surprised to find himself at the correct platform so quickly, and for a few minutes just stood and looked around. He quickly got shooed away however, by a man who had been standing nearby and eyeing him wearily. "Get out of the way- you're gonna get hit!" the man insisted, pushing Leavitt towards the train. "Eh?" Leavitt looked behind him to see a few other people walk out of the wall, coming out right where he had. "Oh, sorr-" he started, the man made tsking noises. "Just board already and don't do it again." He pushed Leavitt forward, making him stumble and nearly hit the train, Leavitt nodded and turned around. "Okay, but how did you know this-" he stopped as he realized he was talking to himself.<br/><br/>"Magic, right." he came full circle and handed his luggage to a friendly porter before boarded the train, doing his best to appear mentally stable- right before wondering exactly what that was supposed to look like. He walked through until he found an nearly empty coach- there was one guy in it, who glared at Leavitt as he neared the entrance. "I prefer to travel alone." he stated, waiting expectedly for Leavitt to close the door. Leavitt entered despite, giving what he hoped was a friendly smile. "Yeah, so do I. Wanna fight over it?" He watched the man expectedly, until it sunk into the stranger that Leavitt was serious. "I'm talking to a manager!" He huffed, making a quick exit. Leavitt watched dejectedly as he left before sighing and collapsing onto one of the seats. "Crap." he laid down, taking up an entire side, and silently mused at the ceiling. Well, there was still campus.