Lyra was perched on the very edge of her trunk, Herbology textbook balanced sideways in her lap with a piece of parchment she was writing hurried notes on, head bent forward and cocked to the side as she focused on it intently. Despite her focus however she stopped what she was doing and looked up, expectant, eyes brightening even while Draco was still several steps away.

The crowded platform made it harder; but she knew her big brother's scent. The familiar lingering smells of the hospital where he worked that clung to him, still in his uniform, only helped.

She hopped down, tucking book and paper under her arm, as she met his expression and appearance gladly.

"How perfectly horrid of them," she exclaimed, in a tone that sounded serious but wasn't really. "Don't they know how awful of them it is, to make me wait like that? You shall have to complain."