<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Symphony Everstone</strong></span><br/><br/>Standing near the train away from a few of the other students stood a petite student and a tall strict looking wizard dressed in the finest of robes. By the look on her face Symphony was not enjoying their talk, her bright cinnamon eyes dull and filled with boredom."And remember we won't be home for Christmas so please don't bother owling us Symphony." A stern voice carried through the platform, sighing softly the young woman looked up at her Step-father "yes sir I understand, please send Mommy my love." Only receiving a slight nod she watched as he suddenly left and disappeared from sight, grabbing the small bird cage next to her, Symphony let out a small unladylike like huff "don't bother owling us Symphony we won't be home.... Bollocks I bet they would accept owls from Micheal and Dennis don't you think so Gulliver?" Lifting the small tawny owl to eye level she smiled sweetly as the bird let out a small hoot. "Of course you do!" Giggling she waved at a few of her fellow housemates; a few of them proudly wearing the colors of Hufflepuff, pausing to talk with a few of them Symphony bid them good bye as she made her way onto the train.<br/><br/>Humming a soft and happy tune she went about looking for a vacant cart, the long black skirt she wore billowed around her legs with each movement occasionally the simple yellow ballerina flats she wore peeked out from under the hem. Wearing a loose fitting peasant blouse the black satin decorated with various sizes of yellow dots, like always she wore a multitude of necklaces. In her hair though she wore a bright yellow sunflower, only keeping part of her hair from getting into her eyes.  "Seems like it will be just another regular year at Hogwarts" continuing her soft humming she paused in her movements as she heard a few voices that she thought sounded familiar, tapping her chin Symphony tried to place the people. "Oh why can't people wear name tags that would be ever so useful. Don't you think so Gulliver?" Looking down at the caged owl once again a few first year students passed by her, thinking the short seventh year was quite mad for talking to a owl even more so for standing in the middle of the train's corridor and talking to said owl.