It had been ages since Draco had last gone anywhere near the Hogwarts Express; he attributed the flutter of nerves entirely to that, rather than whatever else it might have been. Bad memories of the last few times he'd seen it, or a general desire to get back to the better years, when he'd stalked down the train with his Prefect's badge proudly affixed to his robes, or something else along those lines.

But for the most part, he was quite satisfied with the last few years and the way they'd gone. Things had bounced back. He had a proper life, one he could boast about. In fact, the one thing he could guarantee his nerves weren't about was being out in public, picking up his half-vampire little sister.

Draco wound his way through the throng of people quickly, still wearing his robes from the hospital - which was working in his favour; people were getting out of his way, thinking there might be an emergency somewhere - as he searched for that familiar head of blonde hair. Of course, she'd likely have better luck finding him first, given how tall he was, but that was neither here nor there.

The fact that she'd latched onto that one line from that one letter went unrealised; he was oblivious to Lyra's plans as he finally spied her and made his way over with a lighter tone and smile than his words might otherwise suggest. "They kept me a minute or two later than I wanted. Apparently picking you up wasn't high enough on their priority list to let me go on time."