Elizabeth Le Fey walked confidently between her parents as they walked toward platform 9 and 3/4. She had been waiting for this day for what seemed like forever. Her parents had been preparing her ever since her first powerful bout of accidental magic. They had even moved from France to England so she could attend Hogwarts - the place that had educated the mighty Harry Potter and talented Hermione Granger - instead of Beauxbatons - after the war of course. She had been studying the textbooks and practicing the movements - even without a wand - under the watchful eye of her parents since it was possible. She knew she would still have to work hard when she was practicing real magic with her new surprisingly swishy Phoenix feather and Elder wood wand, but she also knew she'd have a heads up on everyone else. Even with potions - she'd been helping her parents prepare their potions since she was old enough. She was detirmined to be the best - to utilise her advantage as much as she could, and get in with the right people to make a name for herself. SHe would make her parents proud, by any means needed.