I sat in the Ravenclaw common room, unbelieving, oblivious to all around me, talking, laughing, generally having a good time. How could she do this to me? Best friends, she said. Until one of us dies, she said. Well, someone must be dead now. Let me start at the very beginning...
June 31

    I awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. I lazily rolled over in my king-size bed and glanced at my pale blue alarm clock, with an alarm that had never been used. Merlin, I slept in again! A regular occurrence. I hauled myself out of bed and slipped on my fuzzy bunny slippers. I padded over to my dresser and threw on an old, paint-stained t-shirt and a pair of frayed jeans. I replaced my slippers with clean athletic socks and sneakers that had seen better days.

    I took a quick glance in the mirror. Staring back at me was an unusually tall 14-year- old girl with waist-length, wavy light brown hair and pale skin. Her hazel eyes peered out through blue-rimmed glasses as she reached up and pulled her hair into a sloppy, low ponytail.

    I shut my bedroom door quietly, and slipped down the long, dark upstairs hall. Tiptoeing down the stairs, I wondered if I could get away with a buttered roll for breakfast. As I slipped through the kitchen door, my mother’s voice rang out.


I hate my name.

    Sighing, I made my way through the pale pink kitchen, hitting my elbow on the marble countertop as I did.


“Cassandra Elizabeth, it does not sound like you are coming!”

“Yes Mother, I’m coming now!”

“Don’t shout, it’s rude!”

“Look who’s talking.” I muttered as I crossed the threshold into my mother’s study, where she was typing on a sleek silver laptop computer and nibbling a piece of toast.

    She glanced up, and her blue eyes widened, presumably in horror. She tucked her chin-length, shiny, straight auburn hair behind her ear.

“What on earth are you wearing, Cassandra Elizabeth?” My mom does not believe in using one name only. She says she gave me a middle name for a reason. Whatever that is.

“Um... clothes?”

“Don’t talk back. Why are you wearing those clothes?”

“I don’t want to ruin my nice ones today.” I lied. I did, in fact, want to ruin my “nice clothes”- today, tomorrow, and for eternity. I just didn’t want to wear them.

“Oh, okay. I understand. Good thinking. Now, eat a healthy breakfast.”

“Yes, mother.”

“Off you go.”
    I walked happily out of the study, knowing that my mother would be encased in her work as aide to the Muggle Prime Minister for the rest of the day. I took a roll from the pantry and slathered butter all over it. Stuffing it in my mouth, I headed outside into the warm summer day.

    While I’m walking, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I was born in America, Washington DC to be precise. At 11, I went to the Salem Witch Academy in Massachusetts, an all-girls magic school where I was an outcast because I couldn’t care less about clothes, makeup, or boys. 

   This spring, I got the news that we were moving to England, where I would attend Hogwarts. My only question was, “How soon are we leaving?” I hated school, and America in general. Anyway, my parents, my cats Valencourt and Potter, and I moved to this little house just outside of London, and I, for one, loved it.

    Strolling through the strangely quiet, yet beautiful and quaint streets, I noticed no one else was around. Ah well, more peace for me.

    As I rounded the next corner, I stopped dead in my tracks, barely managing to not run headlong into a girl who seemed about my age and just as shocked as me. “Who are you?” we asked each other at the same time. As we shared a laugh, I took in her appearance. She was of average height, coming just past my chin. Her straight black hair flowed down to just past her shoulders. Her purple headband matched the familiar purple dinosaur on the large white t-shirt she wore over a a pair of khaki capris. She was wearing brown sandals in a worse state then my sneakers, and her entire body was tan and slim. She seemed to be staring at me just as intensely as I was examining her. Again we spoke at the same time.

“Barney, huh?” I said with a smile as the question

“Where  are you from?" was put to me.

Laughing, I said, “Washington DC” 

“Ah, that’s where I was born, but we moved 6 months later, so I don’t remember anything.” I joined her and we continued on our walk. Making polite conversation, I was startled to hear a loud screech from the girl beside me, who had introduced herself as Diana Santos. Looking down, I saw that she had tripped over a tree root. This would have been funny except for what fell out of her back pocket.

“So, what year are you in at Hogwarts?”, I asked, handing back the stout wand that had fallen to the pavement.

“Uh... I don’t know what you’re talking about, and what would I want with a stick?” she tried.

I replied, “I just thought you might want it, because I’ve got one already and it’s proved very useful”, and I pulled my own, long, slim wand out of my pocket.

Smiling, she said, “I’m going into fourth.”

“Me too!”, I squealed happily, “What house?”

“Gryffindor, you?”

“Don’t know, I’m a transfer student.”

“Oh...” Chatting happily, we continued our walk.
September 30
    My dad’s dark blue van rattled along the road to King’s Cross Station, while pale blue (don’t ask) butterflies fluttered around in my stomach. I was heading to Hogwarts, a month after all the other students had arrived. There was a special sorting for the ten or twenty new students arriving from schools closed down in America and France, due to damage from Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban. I was the only one not coming from one of these schools.

    After pulling into a parking space, my dad and I ran into King’s Cross, down to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Now what? My dad seemed to be wondering the same thing. Just then, we heard a voice with a slight English accent behind us. “Are you a transfer student?” Spinning around in alarm, I was startled to find a boy who looked about 17 years old behind me. He had sandy brown wavy hair that reached his broad shoulders, and wide green eyes that peered out from beneath the aforementioned mop. He had an altogether easygoing look, though he was dressed in a crisp uniform: a white button-down shirt tucked into black trousers and shiny black dress shoes on his feet. Adorning the shirt was a blue and silver striped tie and a badge with a coat of arms proclaiming “Head Boy of Hogwarts School”. Strangely, he looked familiar. “I’m Andrew Sanderson, can I help you?”



“How’s Anni? Still a mini-Einsteinette?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know you.” Well, duh. I blushed. I didn’t recognize him until he said his name. It had been seven years.

“It’s Cassie, Andy, Cassie Rolsonai. You know, Elizabeth’s daughter.”

“CASSIE? Wh-what are you doing here?” he blushed too, seemingly embarrassed at not recognizing me.

“Going to Hogwarts, I’m through with Salem.”

    You’re probably wondering what the heck is going on. Well, my mom was the US President’s private secretary before we moved to England. Andy was the Chief of Staff’s son, and Anni was his geniustic twin sister. The three of us had been best friends growing up, but they moved to England the summer they were eleven. The story was that Mr. Sanderson got a job with the Prime Minister, but I guess it was just so the twins could go to Hogwarts. It was great to know there would be two familiar people at my new school.

    “Anyway, to get to the platform, you need to walk straight at the barrier. Run or close your eyes if it helps. Since there are so few students, you will almost definitely get a compartment to yourself. See you at Hogwarts.”

“What? Walk through a solid barrier? Are these people crazy?” I muttered, half to myself.

“No, just magic.”, my dad replied. Sighing, I turned my trunk around so it was pointing at the barrier. Taking my bag and my owl, Athena from my father, I closed my eyes and ran at the barrier, expecting to wake up in the hospital. I opened my eyes again. BIG mistake. The barrier loomed ten feet in front of me. Three seconds until total annihilation...two...one...huh? Instead of being knocked out, I was standing in a smoky area, empty except for one or two students and a scarlet, old-fashioned train. All of a sudden, I heard a crash behind me. I turned around to find my dad sprawled on the ground and a vaguely familiar girl slowly getting up. “Anni?! It’s me, Cassie.” Seeing her was not as much of a shock after meeting Andy outside, but I was pleased to see that she was Head Girl.

“Hello, Cassie. Andrew mentioned that he bumped into you.” Always the mature one...in front of adults at least. Although, Anni was looking at me curiously, and I blushed, running a hand through my hair and checking my teeth for food. “Let me help you with your things. Will you sit with me on the train, Cassie? I need some girl talk.” Oh great. The last time Anni had a “girl talk” with me was when she told me about...uh...where babies come from.

    Once on the train, I waved goodbye to Dad out the window, then sat down in a compartment with Anni. She opened her mouth to say something, then quickly closed it again. I suddenly realized why. Gazing out the window, I pretended to be distracted as an absolutely livid Andy stormed in.


“Yes, Andrew Jeffrey Sanderson?”

“WHY IS THIS IN MY TRUNK?” He held up a crisp, obviously feminine blouse.

“Hey, that’s mine!” I shouted, standing up. “And why does it have a huge red heart on it?” I gasped. “With...Andy’s...name...inside...it!”

“ANNA MARIE!” Andy and I growled simultaneously.

“Yes, Andrew Jeffrey and Cassandra Elizabeth?”

“Anni, can I talk to you outside? NOW?!” Hurrying out together, I said in a furious whisper, “Why are you doing this?”

“The love doctor knows best! You two have obviously fallen in love at first sight...or rather billionth, but that’s beside the point.”

“Andy, I’m so sorry, I had nothing to do with this!” I exclaimed, rushing back inside.

“It’s all right, Cassie, it’s all right. Here’s your blouse, I’ve cleaned it.”

“Thanks... I’ll leave you two alone now, shall I?” I said, leaving for the solitude, peace, and quiet of my own compartment, as shouts erupted behind me.

    As the train pulled into Hogsmeade, I gathered my things and left the train. Waiting for us were carriages with seemingly invisible horses pulling them. I got into a carriage with Anni, Andy, and a girl from France. Sighing, I settled in for a tedious ride filled with arguments.

    Upon reaching the castle, I was stunned by the difference from Salem. This was a dark, forbidding castle, while the academy was open and full of light.
    We were led into a huge entrance hall, then lined up in front of huge double doors. I could hear Anni introducing us inside, then a stern-looking witch with a tight bun who had introduced herself as Professor McGonagall opened the doors and led us into the Great Hall.

    I could see that there were five large tables, one with adults and four with students. In front of the teachers’ table was a small stool with an ancient, battered wizard’s hat resting upon it. I was shocked as a tear in the brim widened, and the hat started singing some nonsense about the different houses and the four founders. I remembered that Diana had said she was in Gryffindor, and I saw her at one of the tables, smiling at me. I smiled back, then snapped to attention as McGonagall called “Rolsonai, Cassandra”

    I stepped up to the stool and put on the old hat, fearful of lice and disgusting germs. Not that I’m squeamish or anyth-EWWWWW!!!!!! A BUG!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Wait...that’s a piece of lint...sorry.

    Anyway, when I put on the Sorting Hat, a whiny voice said in my ear, “Okay, let’s get this over with. Two Sortings in a year really takes it out of a hat. Hmmm... definitely not Slytherin, nor Hufflepuff. You’re kind and brave, but you’re so smart I’d better put you in RAVENCLAW!” He yelled the last word for the whole Hall to hear, and the table with lots of blue and silver burst into cheers and applause. 

    Blushing (I seem to be doing that a lot lately), I made my way to the table, and a friendly-looking girl about my age waved me to an empty seat next to her. Anni and Andy caught my eye, and stopped their incessant arguing to come congratulate me, as I was the last one on the list. The entire Hall was obviously surprised when I leapt from my seat and threw my arms around first the Head Girl, then the Head Boy, the latter of which astounded the Hall into silence by... kissing me full on the lips and asking me to HOGSMEADE with him the weekend after next. Stunned, I said something that resembled a yes. Inside me two voices were arguing with each other.

I’m going to Hogsmeade! I have a date with Andy!

Shut up! You know he just asked you as a friend!

But he kissed me! You don’t do that to friends!

Maybe Andy does...

Look, I’m going, and that’s final!

    It was obvious which side of me was dominant. Sitting down again, I dazedly greeted the girl next to me, and she, rather surprised herself, replied, “I’m Allison Dirkis, and these are my friends Ellina Harris, Lynda Saline, and Aoife Brown."

“Okay,” Allison said “We were wondering what’s up with you and Andrew.”

A girl whose name I didn’t know leaned over and added, “Yeah, he’s really hot, but you’re the first girl he’s actually gone out with, let alone asked out.”

“Victoria...” Allison said warningly, looking at me blushing. “I’ll show you where everything is tomorrow. Let’s eat... HEY! CHEESE PLUS CHOCOLATE PLUS PICKLES EQUALS...EVERYBODY?

“Another episode of What Will You Eat?”

Everyone within ten feet chimed in with varying levels of enthusiasm. Huh? I looked over to see Allison waving a pickle with cheese and chocolate on it in Ellina’s face. This was going to be a loooooooong night.

A/N This is my first fanfic, but I’ll set up a system now. If you review my story and leave the title of yours, I will read and review that.

Revisions made.
Hey, everybody! Just wondering, does anyone have any suggestions for who I should use as Cassie, Andrew, and/or Allison on the banner? Thanks!

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