Her hair was a mess, but really, what else did you expect from a slacker who never got up when her alarm went off?  With her dark, unruly waves and curls sticking out all over the place and her oldest, rattiest sneakers, Tilly stood by the train, watching her mother glower down at her.<br/>"Really, couldn't you have been bothered to fix up at least for the first day of school?" At first sight Tilly's mother was the exact opposite of her.  While Tilly was tall and with broad shoulders and bony curves of a teenager, her mother was short and her curves were padded with age.  Her mother, however, never had a hair out of place with perfect make-up and was forever dressed like a model for glamorous mothers.  Tilly always looked like she just crawled out of a hole.  She was forever getting herself rumpled up without meaning to.  The similarities between the two could be found when you looked past Tilly's massive amount of hair you could see they had the same pretty face, except Tilly's had been watered down a bit by her father's boyish features.  For one thing, she had her father to blame for her hair and darker complexion.<br/>"Sorry mum, but I didn't have time." She muttered, pulling her hair back after her mother shoved a clip in to her hands.  "Anyway I'm going to miss the train.  I'll write you both as soon as I get to Nova.  I love you." Tilly said, hugging her parents.<br/><br/>Tilly hopped on to the train to start her seventh year in Tera Nova.  It was going to be one hell of a year with her final tests and, most likely, misadventures.  In a school of magic, there were  many of those every year.<br/>As she walked down the halls of the train in search of a compartment someone, or rather someone's jacket, caught her eye.  The glint of a cloth's pin snatched her attention and it's wearer kept it.<br/>"Oh, wow.  Nice jacket."