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"Yes, dad. I have everything. Mum went through my trunks several times to be sure," Daisy was saying as she got out of her dads car, pulling her school trunk out with her and setting the cage with her personal owl on top very carefully. Apparently, it wasn't carefully enough for one Jareth the Goblin King because there's a hiss and a nip at her hand and Daisy sighs as her dad shoots the owl a glare, reaching for her hand to check it.

"I'm fine, dad. Honestly. Jareth missed. I'll still be able to write home. Anyway, you're going to be late and should probably head to work. Mum's already on the platform and Declan is waiting."

Dudley Dursley gets out of the car and wraps her up in a hug, holding her tight. Daisy, obviously, is going to hug back, giving her dad a grin and nudging him back to the car with a faked exasperated sigh and an "Oh, my God. You're the most embarrassing Muggle on the planet."

With that, and with some I love you's sent from one to the other, Daisy picks up her stuff and sets it on a waiting trolley, heading inside to Kings Cross.

It's already maddeningly crowded with students from school, and she hasn't even crossed the barrier yet. So the brown haired girl with the vibrant blue eyes tugs at the hem of her Five Night's at Freddy's t-shirt that hugged her frame a bit more than it did last year, absently reaching for the cellphone she's had to leave at home and groaning once she remembers.

Right. The one thing that sucks about Hogwarts. She can't shoot Declan a text to let him know where she is.

Jareth hoots softly, the owls attempt to let her know it'll be fine. For a curmudgeony shit, he could also show some concern for his human.

"We'll find him. We always do. If not here, then on the train." It's about then that she thinks she hears someone call her name. Is it Dec? Another student from school? With the chaos and the din, she can't tell. But she's sure as hell looking around for the source, eager to see whoever it is.

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"I think he'd fit in perfectly. He already has a crowd of friends, so he should be okay." But it isn't like she's not going to constantly and frequently check on Harrison. That's her family.

She'd say he didn't owe her, because that's not how she worked. She does nice things for people because she likes being nice to people. She doesn't have the patience for anything less. She likes making Declan happy, too. Her arm goes around his waist, hugging him close and resting her head on his shoulder, glad he loves the keyring.

"You're very welcome."

Oh he knows he doesn't owe her, but he'll make sure that he gets her something awesome for the Wonder Woman keychain. Half his patches are from her, anyway.

He knows exactly what he's going to do, too. A nice portrait of Black Widow will be a nice thank you. Not like she doesn't have a lot of his pictures anyway. Still, he's got a plan for her Christmas Gift already. He needs help from Professor Flitwick, but that's okay. He likes the head of Ravenclaw.

His arm is still around her. He doesn't mind. She's his best friend. Best friend and practically a sister, but not a sister. He's not sure what she is beyond his best friend. But, there's something more about her this time around. Something... different about her.

He looks out the window and points. "Look. The castle!" He says, excitedly. "Should put on our uniforms." He gets up to go exit the car. He'll stand guard while she changes, and she'll do the same for him.

Daisy knows how to change her clothes quickly, though she is as always annoyed at the idea of putting away the clothes she prefers and instead getting stuck in a stupid uniform. She hated skirts and neckties and the whole lot of it.

When she exits her car to let Declan change, she’s holding two separate hair clips in her hand and looking them over. They’re obviously hand made and each come with a short spell on a tag and a picture of what her hair will look like after the clip is set in place. And while Daisy had never really cared too much about her appearance, something made her want to try. So she tilts her head towards the car, frowning at the very lovely hair clips. She’ll have a decision made when he steps out. For now, the dark brown waves hang almost past her shoulders as wild and free as they ever are.

Before he disappears into the car, Dec looks at the pair of hair clips and touches the one in her right hand. "Like this one better." He says, flashing her a smile and disappearing to get dressed.

It only takes him a few moments, and he's opening the car again. He taps her shoulder, waiting on her to come back. They have the welcoming feast tonight, and then tomorrow, they jump straight into classes.

He is not looking forward to it. He's still rubbish at Potions and kinda wants to ambush the History teacher into retiring, now that he's a ghost