Amelia tossed her straight, dishwater-blonde hair over one shoulder, trying to keep it out of her face as she settled her trunks into a neat pile next to her. Her parents were unavailable to see her off that day, but it was just as well. As a fifth-year she was old enough to set out for school on her own. Besides, she didn't want her mum fussing over her on the platform.
Her hair really was getting out of control, and any and all hair ties she owned were firmly stored in the bottom of the bigger of her two trunks. Blast... she thought. Amelia tried to think of a charm to affix small objects--or, in this case, her hair--in one place. Everything she thought of would have messy consequences, though.
All of her books and luggage in order, she reached down to pat her small cat on the head. "All right, Lainey. Just a few more minutes. There's a good girl."