<em>Narcissa Black</em><br/><br/>Cissa boarded the train, and immediately pushed her sunglasses to her forehead.  Her makeup was impeccable and her golden-colored hair neatly fell down her back.  She wore a green jacket, and a modern green-dress over it.  She didn't seem to like the platform shoes that were all the rage, but she kept her look simple. The<em>last</em>Black sister to enter Hogwarts, she was probably the most important based on the company she tried to keep.  She<em>tried</em>to uphold the ideals that her ancestors had maintained about pure-blooded wizardry being the only standard a witch or wizard could keep, but times were changing.  Dumbledore let in more muggles every year.<br/><br/>She looked for either of her sisters, or the first available compartment.  Hopefully she wouldn't run into that cousin of hers, Sirius.  Regulus was fine.  Sirius...was an oddball.  Much like Andromeda, but infinitely more worrisome.  Seeing the trolley witch already beginning to make her rounds, Narcissa entered the first compartment she saw.