And finally they were on their way. Caroline had hugged her relations, waved at her friends, and clutched Evander's hand as they left the reception. Then they were in Paris. It was exciting, thrilling, exhilarating. She loved the the difference of it, the way she had to use the French she had learned as a young girl to hear snatches of conversation. She looked about them in the carriage, moving rather slowly, to the streets around them, a grin on her face. It wasn't just that it was somewhere different, it was that she was here with Evander. Evander who was sitting beside her, alone, in their carriage. She had left her hand with in a grabbable reach for Evander on the cushion of the carriage but he was looking anxiously out the window instead. She tried to focus on his words instead of her own nerves.

"Quite sure." Caroline nodded, her mother had made sure it would make it with them through the portkey. Evander had watched the coach driver put them up and she trusted him to know if something was missing. Besides, she too had looked before she had been handed into the carriage.

For a moment Caroline found herself wondering what she should say for it was evident she needed to distract Evander. "I am glad to be here." She told him, finally giving up on him taking her hand and instead reached for his hand with a smile. "Even if the luggage gets lost." She tried to assure him. "Just so long as I don't lose you." Her tone was playful.