Sep 16, 2014
Train Time || September 1, 1977
Marlene sat in an empty car, her head tipped back against the wall, long legs pulled up onto the seat and folded against her chest as she waited. It was all she could do. Wait. Wait for the students to fill in, wait for the train to begin moving, wait to reach Hogwarts, wait to cast healing charms on the bruises on her cheek she had clumsily covered with muggle cosmetics, products which she rarely used and therefor was no master of. She wondered if anyone would notice. If they would comment. She had her excuse lined up if they did, and she was too good a liar to be caught in the act, or thats what she was thinking when the door opened.