The standard conveyance to the Academy at the beginning of the school year was the Train, an ancient but immaculate steam engine that ran on its own rails. As though it had been snatched out of time and space from the Age of Steam, the Train was meticulously maintained by its enigmatic engineers, kept running precisely on time without a single flaw, the sort of efficiency that could only be wrought of hard work and magic. There was no such thing as the Train being late, the very idea was outside the very comprehension of those who had grown used to its dutiful service. It made no stops on the way, for those who were supposed to be on the journey found themselves there one way or another, even if they couldn't quite remember how.<br/><br/>The engine chugged along at a fine time as it bore its passengers to the Academy, moving on rails that did not exist in the usual space and time. Outside the windows one could watch forests and distant fields rush past, though it was not easy to tell just where one was. Nevertheless, there were numerous diversions for the passengers, a fully stocked dining car and numerous sleeping cars in addition to the cabins used by those who required neither food nor sleep.