Misty was shaking as her mother led her by the hand towards the train. They hadn't held hands in public for a couple years. It wasn't the vague sense of nerves Misty felt from the knowledge of leaving her parents behind that had caused her fragile state. She had said a hurried goodbye to her father as they changed their plans. She had tried to hug her uncle before he was dragged away by her father, but her uncle seemed to not see her. He was barely standing up, and they had been so close. They already had their goodbye just in case, but her uncle had insisted on going with them because they were so close. If he had just stayed home the drama would have been avoided. They had gotten to the barrier when her uncle realized he was so close to the magic that his mind couldn't understand, and he fell apart. He wailed, as the careful compartments he tried to keep his mind in shattered. Her father had to support him and he told her mother that they ought to go forward, he would take care of his brother. Soon she wouldn't be so close to her uncle. Soon she wouldn't see him at all, not for a long time. Now she knew there was no chance he would write to her. If only his life had been different, if only there was a place for muggles like him. For now, the only thing she could do was to move forward, she was so close.