<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>The Nun Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/7d/de/d07dde3b75dc39ee3a1face67146dd5c.jpg) for now!<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, no house as of yet!<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10.40am<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Start- Kings Cross station. Move to – Platform 9 3/4<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>ANGST<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Davis and Laurel Fredricksen (NPC) and OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Darcy didn't know what was worse, her father campaigning as they stood on the train station or the near nun dress her mother had put her in. The dress was so boring, black, knee length pretty shapeless on her tall but slender frame, not to mention the high collar was practically choking her.<br/><br/>“Will you at least try to smile. ” Darcy's mother scowled at her, as she pulled at the hem of her daughters dress, noticing that it was sitting higher on her leg than it had when she had it made for her.<br/><br/>Darcy swatted her mother's hand away, she knew what her mother was thinking, that she had put on weight, it didn't help that she was already taller than most women in generally let alone girls her own age. “It's hard to smile when I look like I'm going to a funeral, I might as well play the part.” She whispered back to her mother as her father smiled shaking the hands of anyone that would stop to him. Davis Fredricksen was just a Tory asshat that wanted to cut the budget again, at almost 60 he was starting to look his age, his dark brown hair was starting to show his grey hair at his temple, she had her father's soft blue eyes.<br/><br/>Looking back over at her mother Darcy noticed she shared the same look of disdain. “He's just doing his job.” Her mother looked good for her age, she was mid-50's, dyed blonde hair, dark green eyes.<br/><br/>She sighed as she took the trolley from their driver leaving her parents at the entrance of Kings Cross, empty promises should be the family motto. With every step away from her parents, the happier she became, this was it, finally a chance to get away from them.  pushed the trolley towards the barrier, “Why couldn't Freddy or Phillipa bring me?” She shook her head disappearing onto platform 9 and 3/4's, of course she had been here before when she was much younger, but there had always been this worry that she wouldn't get in, luckily it was unfounded.<br/><br/>She took her trunk to the right part looking back her parents were still on the other side no doubt posing for photos, she just hoped they weren't stupid enough to drop any information about the school. Looking at the train she found a place to drop her trunk off, she grabbed messenger bag from the top, inside held clothes that were fashionable this century.<br/><br/>Darcy stepped back looking over at the train, her hand moved to her bag, but she stopped herself, she wanted to take a picture of the train and put it on Instagram, but she knew the questions she would receive from it meant it wasn't worth it.