Re: Melissandre, Peter
Peter came racing through the barrier, fairly certain that he was extremely late and the train had already left without him. His trunk was half open, papers flying everywhere, and he was gripping some tightly in his hands as well. His eyes darted wildly around the station, and the relief was evident on his face when he saw the train was still there, and didn't look quite ready to leave yet.
Beady eyes darted around the station, looking for someone to speak to. "Oi!" he called, to get the attention of a girl he noticed. "D'you know how much time we got?" he asked, before he waved his arm toward the train. "Til it leaves, I mean."