Tyresius Jordan used the floo network to move his baggage into his quarters at school the day before. He left<span style="font-style: italic">Charles Leslie</span>at the school as well to watch over things until he arrived the next day.<span style="font-style: italic">'Bonnie Prince Charlie will be fine at the school. He has spent time away before.'</span>Besides, Professor Jordan intended to watch the students on the train to ADU in anonymity to get a feel for their personalities -- a sort of<span style="font-style: italic">fly on the wall</span>if you will.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Baldur</span>, as Professor Jordan was known while in dog form stood on platform 12 watching the students loading their trunks and other sundries aboard the train. There was always the one student prone to accidents, trips and falls. This class had one of those as well. He tripped over the his own shoe lace, fell to the tile-covered platform and rendered a bloody nose to himself. 'tsk-tsk' the Irish Wolfhound muttered in dog quietly.<br/><br/>A young woman with thick red hair ventured toward him. A porter assisting her with loading her luggage onto the train. She carried a barn owl in a cage who greeted Baldur harshley,<span style="font-style: italic">"HooHOOhoo...Hisss!"</span>The owl, whom she referred to as<span style="font-style: italic">Cae</span>, handed to a porter and the woman remained near Baldur for a few moments.<span style="font-style: italic">"Hopefully your owner comes soon sweetheart! I would hate for you to be left behind."</span><br/><br/>Baldur looked up at the red haired woman, wagged his tail sharply, allowed his jaw to drop and lolled his tongue rendering a dog's version of a smile to show appreciation for her comment. 'Sweetheart?' Baldur smiled inside. 'I most certainly will not be left behind.' He turned from the young woman and walked onto the train. He found a spot in the last coach of the train.<br/><br/>Several students from different years gathered in the rear as well. Most paying no attention to the Irish Wolfhound. He put his head down as if he were taking a nap, listening to their conversations. He had noted several Slytherin boys in this group, was curious to see if they held up the standard he was accustomed to at Hogwarts.<br/><br/>"That dog needs a leash," an older boy remarked.<br/><br/>"Pay him no mind," an older girl stated. "He isn't hurting anyone."<br/><br/>Baldur's ears perked up. He thought to himself,<span style="font-style: italic">'a leash!? Such barbaric contraptions. I would never use one on myself or on Charlie. Ludicrous. Uttlerly ludicrous.'</span>Baldur remained in this resting position for the remainder of the trip to ADU.