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My name is Spencer Clark and I am a genius. Honestly I am. I would be a model student if I didn’t get into so much trouble. “The two of you are in so much trouble.” See I don’t make this stuff up. “And I’m sorry but I can’t take anymore.”









My best friend Mia Hill and I were both sitting in Headmaster Tilley’s office. We had been sent here after we accidently on purpose mixed muggle itching powder with Carson Hoffmen’s failure at an antidote. The sludge that was in his cauldron mixed with the itching powder and disintegrated his cauldron, the desk he was working at and part of the floor. On the plus side our intended target hopped around scratching uncontrollably for the next five minutes.    









“Sir, I don’t get why you are upset. It wasn’t like we destroyed the school. Granted we didn’t expect that to happen but now we know not to do that.”









“And the magical community thanks you, Miss. Clark. But these experiments as you will, cannot continue. No the two if you did not destroy the school, but next time you could.”









“Okay sir, so if we apologise and promise not to blow up the school, can we go?”









“I’m afraid it is not that easy Miss. Hill. The two of you together are very destructive. I warned you both that after the incident last year this would be your last chance.”









“You’re not expelling us are you?”









“Miss. Hill you and Miss. Clark have extremely capable and talented minds, I will not be the one who wastes that. So no I will not be expelling you, however action must be taken.”









“You’re sending me away.” It wasn’t a question, I knew it was true. Professor Tilley looked taken back and he stared at me for several moments before saying.









“Yes, you are going to a different school of magic.”









“What school?” Mia had gone very white and she looked to be on the verge of hyperventilating.









“Miss. Hill you will continue your education here at Sky’s Academy of Magic, while Miss. Clark will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” I found my voice.









“But that’s in Britain.” I couldn’t understand how he expected me to just leave Mia behind and start a new life.









“Yes I have been in touch with the deputy Headmistress Professor Weasley. She tells me they are only in their second day, so you will be able to catch up in no time. You will be taking all the same classes so there is not much of a change.” Not much of a change, I was moving out of the country. How could he think this was okay to do? “Let’s see it is eight-thirty now, which means you’ve set a new record for rule breakers, so it would be three-thirty there. I would like you packed and ready to go in the next half-hour.”









“Half an hour? You’re giving me half an hour to say goodbye to my life. Yeah that’s fair.”









“Spencer you are a very talented student and you are going to do great things in this world. But you’ve made mistakes and you need to take responsibility for those mistakes. So yes I would like you back in this office in a half hour, understood?” I got up out of the chair and moved towards the door.









“Sir, why Spencer and not me?” Mia asked. Professor Tilley looked extremely sad but he answered Mia’s question.









“Both of your parents were consulted at the end of last year. Miss. Hill your parents objected of your transfer, while...”









“...My parents encouraged it?” What it must be like to have parents who care I wouldn’t know. Professor Tilley paused for a moment.









“I’m sorry Spencer.”









“Don’t be I’m used to it. Besides Hogwarts is supposed to be the best magic school, I should be honoured, right?” Professor Tilley nodded once. “I’ll be ready in half an hour.” I walked out of his office and waited for Mia to leave. A few minutes later Mia walked out trying hard not to cry. She didn’t see me, I walked up to her and put my arm through hers and lead her back to our dorm room.   









Mia put her head on my shoulder and said, “this is sooo unfair.”






“Not really Mi, he gave us fair warning. But it would be easier to understand if it wasn’t happening to us.”









“Okay so he gave us a warning but he definitely forgot to mention that one of us would be going to another school, in another country across the ocean.” We made it to our room, Mia when and sat on her bed. She put her head in her hands. I looked at my closet and decided it could wait, I crossed to Mia’s bed and put my arm around her.









“Mi, it’s not the end of the world.” She leaned her head against my shoulder.









“It’s the end of a life. Yeah my social life is ruined. You were the only person here worth talking too.”









“You’ll still be able to talk to me. You can send me an owl any time and we still have our cell phones.” She lifted her head and looked into my eyes.









“Are you going to tell me how you got those to work with all the magic in the air?”


















“Why not?”









“Because I don’t know how I did it.”









Mia smiled and said, “For a genius you sure are dumb.”









“I know,” I said laughing.



“Okay,” Mia wiped her tears away and stood up. “I’m okay, come on I’ll help you pack.” I followed her over to my closet and together we packed all my muggle clothing into a duffle bag. I sat on the floor and opened the foot locker at the end of my bed. I proceeded with removing the objects within and checking that I had everything. I pulled out my textbooks, cauldron, and potion ingredients. The ‘gifts’ my parents so graciously gave me and my broomstick. Mia had sat back on her bed but she jumped up the moment she saw my broomstick.









“Fuck, what are we going to do without you on the quidditch team?”









“You and the team will do just fine.”









“No we won’t, we will lose. We are going to end up in last place.” For the past four years Mia and I had been on Sky’s quidditch team together. We had never once failed to bring home the North American Division Cup. It was said that we would continue to be in first place for the next three years. But the team was only good because Mia and I were amazing together, we just worked so well together the rest of the team was able to feed off our skills. The team wouldn’t be last they just probably wouldn’t be first. But I didn’t think Mia needed me to tell her that.









“You’ll figure something out.”









“This fucking sucks,” Mia sank back down on her bed and laid her head back. I continued with my trunk, I put everything back in the trunk and closed the lid.









“I guess all I need now is Demetri.” Just as I said his name he flew in through the open window. Demetri was followed in by Felix, Mia’s owl. The two owls were so white they made the white walls look grey.









Demetri landed on top of his cage while Felix soared onto Mia’s shoulder. I held out my arm and Demetri jumped onto it, I put him in his cage and closed the door. “I guess that’s everything.” Mia started crying again but she stood up and pointed her wand at my trunk.









“Locomotor Trunk!” My trunk floated several inches above the floor. I picked up my duffle bag and hung it off my shoulder. With Demetri’s cage in my left hand I walked to the door. “Could you just shed one tear and make me feel like less of an idiot?” I turned and looked at Mia, tears were rolling down her face. I walked over to her, places Demetri on the floor and put my hands on her shoulders.









“Mia, you of all people know why I can’t cry.” I pulled her into me and hugged her. “But if I could I would be and just think you being able to cry makes you a better person than me.”









“Or just less scarred.” I let go of her and nodded my head.









“That’s probably the reason.” Mia whipped her tears away and I picked up Demetri’s cage. Together we



walked out the door.









“I am totally ready to face Armageddon.” She winked at me and put her arm through mine. The walk to Professor Tilley’s office seemed to take no time at all and before I knew it, Mia and I were standing in front of his desk.









“Are you ready Spencer?” I looked at Mia, she was crying again.









“Does it change anything if I say no?” Professor Tilley shook his head. “Then I guess so.”









“Why can’t you send us away together?” Mia asked, through her tears.









“That would defeat the purpose.”









“Who cares you wouldn’t have to deal with us.”









“I am sorry but I do believe the two of you need to be separated.”









“Why?” Mia asked.









“I think the theory is that together we are a hurricane, but apart we will be a minor wind storm.” I answered.









“Exactly,” Professor Tilley raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. I didn’t know how I knew that, I just did. “If you’re ready then Spencer.” He gestured towards the fore place. I went to walk towards it, but Mia jumped up and hugged me so tightly I could barley breath.









“Mia, oxygen is becoming a problem.” She let go.









“I’m sorry I’m just going to miss you so much.” I put Demetri’s cage on top of my trunk and grabbed Mia by the shoulders.









“Mia, chill it’s not...”









“...The end of the world, I know. I wish I was as strong as you.”









“And I wish I had a heart like you.” Don’t get me wrong I love Mia. She’s the only friend I’ve had since I came to Sky, okay she’s the only friend I’ve ever had. But if all you do is hold onto the past, you have no future. I gave Mia a hug and stepped up to the fire. “I’ll see you soon Mia.” Professor Tilley threw floo powder into the fire and emerald green flames erupted. I stepped into the fire and Professor Tilley handed me Demetri’s cage and my trunk. I looked back at Mia, and clearly said, “Hogwarts.” Around and around I went, I caught glimpses of other wizard dwellings as I traveled through the floo network. With one last spin I came to rest and climbed out of the fire.









“You must be Spencer.” I looked around; sitting behind a desk was a woman who looked to be in her early fifties. She had bushy brown hair, tinted with grey. On the desk there was a plaque reading, ‘Hermione Weasley Deputy Headmistress’.









“Yes Ma’am, Spencer Clark, It’s a pleasure to meet you.”









“Well Miss. Clark welcome to Hogwarts. You can set your things down and I will find your transcript, then I will take you to be sorted into your house.” I nodded and put my trunk down on the floor with Demetri’s cage on top.









“I haven’t seen an owl like that since Hedwig.” Professor Weasley said looking at Demetri.









“Who’s Hedwig?”









“Oh umm, just an owl my friend had.” She continued searching her desk. “Oh this is ridiculous.” She pulled out her wand and gave it a flick. From the bottom of a pile a piece of parchment flew into her waiting hand. She put her wand back inside her robes.









“Professor Weasley? Ma’am what did you mean by ‘sorted into your house’? She walked over to the door and held it open for me. We walked side by side down the corridor.









“There are four houses at Hogwarts, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each named after a founding member, Gordric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. Each valued different attributes, Gryffindor preferred those who were brave, Hufflepuff preferred those who were hard workers, Ravenclaw preferred those who were clever, and Slytherin preferred those of great ambition. While they were alive they handpicked the students but now we have a sorting hat to choose.”









“So all I have to do is put on a hat and it will tell me whether or not I’m brave, a hard worker, clever, or worth of great ambition? Wow it’s so simple.” Professor Weasley was looking through my transcript and didn’t notice the slight sarcastic tone I used.









“By the looks of your transcript, you might just be in Ravenclaw.” I was on the verge of asking if that was a compliment having already forgotten what each house was based on, when a door opened ahead of us and a teenage boy walked out. To say he took my breath away would be an overstatement but he did momentarily incapacitate me. He was extremely good looking. He had the spiky messy hair that only a handful of guys in the world can pull off without looking like a tool. He wasn’t extremely tall; he was probably less than six feet. He was wearing black robes with a red and gold tie. He looked around at the sound of our footsteps. He smiled and waved at Professor Weasley and then his eyes shifted to me. The moment our eyes meet something within me recognized him. Our eyes held and for a moment neither one of us moved, his hand was still in the air.









“Miss. Clark are you coming?” I blinked and gave my head a shake.









“Ahh, yes.” I quickly caught up to her. I reached her the same time the boy did. His eyes held a question, which allowed me to believe what just happened wasn’t just in my head. I wasn’t feeling entirely like myself but the first words out of the boys mouth brought me back to myself.









“Aunt Hermione did you get me an early Christmas gift?”









“Oh, do you usually get girls as gifts?” I asked.









“No usually, I just get girls. There’s something about me that they just can’t resist. Like a moth to a flame.”









“Really? Well I don’t think it works, I personally feel like walking away, and it’s not to give you a good view.”









“Wow, Aunt Hermione where did you get this girl?”









“Canada,” Professor Weasley replied.









“I always knew I would like that country.”









“Yes, now if you will excuse us James, we have somewhere we need to be and you should be in class.” He nodded and stepped aside.









“Bye James.”









“You’ll be back, they always come back.” I followed Professor Weasley down the corridor.









“So that’s your nephew, he’s a little arrogant.”









“Yes, I don’t know where he gets it. His parents were never like that, well maybe his mother a little bit. Here we are.” We came to rest in front of a large stone gargoyle. I couldn’t see anything behind the gargoyle but I could sense concealed magic. “Nitwit.” The gargoyle leapt aside; the wall behind it slid apart, and a moving spiral stone staircase was revealed. I followed Professor Weasley onto the staircase; we were carried up in smooth circles to a door with a brass knocker.









She knocked.









“Enter,” said a deep, slow voice. She pushed open the door and I followed her inside. “Good afternoon, Professor Weasley, I see you brought our new student. It is nice to meet you Spencer.” Behind the desk sat a tall bald black wizard. He wore a single gold hoop in his ear. “I am Professor Shacklebolt and I am Headmaster of Hogwarts.









“It’s nice to meet you sir, and thank you for allowing me to attend your school.”









“As I understand it, you did not have a choice, but your manners are greatly appreciated.” He smiled and bowed his head once. I liked him he made me feel safe and secure. “Shall we see what house you belong too?”









“I guess.” He stood and on a shelf behind him he pulled a hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.









“Have a seat Spencer.” Professor Shacklebolt gestured to the chair in front of his desk. I took my seat and he placed the hat on my head. It slipped over past my eyes, all I could see was the black of the hat. I didn’t know what to expect, so I waited and then a small voice whispered in my ear.









“Hmm, a late arrival, let’s see where to put you. Oh stupendous talent I see. A cold exterior but a warm heart, the ability to love is there, even if you don’t want people to know it.”









I wasn’t all that comfortable with this thing looking inside my head. ‘Dude, could you hurry up?’ I thought.









“Yes, well three mighty fine choices, but where to put you. Hmm, I believe it is your heart that stands out above the rest. So it will be Gryffindor.” The last world was not spoken in my mind but rather to room at large. The sorting hat was lifted from my head and I could see again.









“Congratulations Spencer, Gryffindor is an exceptional house.”









“And they have gained an exceptional student. Miss. Clark was the top student in all her classes.”









“Were you not to, Professor the top of your classes?”









“Yes sir I was.” Professor Weasley turned slightly pink. She cleared her throat and looked at me. “It is nearly five O’clock, the last class of the day ends at five. I will introduce you to someone who can show you around.”









“But my things...”









“...Are already in your room,” said Professor Shacklebolt.









“Oh, well thank you.”









“It was a pleasure to meet you Spencer.” I followed Professor Weasley out of the office and down the spiral staircase. We went back down the corridor we had come.









“There is only about fifteen minutes left in class, I’ll pull a student out to show you around and tell you how things work around here.” I nodded as we stopped outside a class room door. Professor Weasley pulled open the door and spoke to the teacher. “May I borrow Rose for the rest of the class?” She must have been allowed to because several seconds later a girl, who looked quite a lot like Professor Weasley, joined us in the corridor.









“Spencer this is my daughter Rose, Rose this is Spencer. She is a transfer student from Canada, would you mind showing her up to Gryffindor tower?”









“Yeah no problem.” Even though it was a question I’m pretty sure she would have had to do it anyway.









“Good, I will see you both in the Great Hall for dinner.” She continued down the corridor back towards her office.









“Dude your mom’s a teacher here doesn’t that kinda suck.”









“Kind of, but sometimes it’s convenient.”









“If you don’t mind me asking but how do you make progress with guys if your mom’s always hovering.” Rose looked slightly nervous.









“Well she’s pretty good at not hovering, but umm...” Catching on I said.









“...There haven’t been that many boys?”









“None actually.” I gave her my best sympathetic look. “But there is one boy I like but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know I exist.”









“What makes you think that?”









“We’ve never spoken to each other.”









“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know you exist, believe me he knows.”









“How do you know, you just got here?”









“I’m kind of an expert on guys. You should try talking to him, trust me he’s just shy.”









She smiled a friendly smile and said, “I hope so he is really cute.” She stopped walking in front of a picture of a fat lady. “Okay this is the entrance to Gryffindor tower all you have to do to get in is say the password. She looked back at the fat lady and said, “Phoenix.” The portrait swung forward revealing a round hole in the wall. I followed Rose through the hole into the Gryffindor common room. It was a cozy, round room full of squishy arm chairs. I followed Rose through one of two doors and up a spiral staircase and into a room with five four posters hung with deep-red velvet curtains. On one bed there was my duffle bag and at the end was my trunk and Demetri, still in his cage. Demetri hated his cage.  









“Demetri,” his look was clearly saying, ‘if you do not let me out of this cage soon, I’m going to gouge out your eyes.’ I went over and let him out he flew straight out the open window. “It was nice to see you too.”









“He’s cute; did you say his name was Demetri?” I nodded, “I like that name. Anyway this is our room we share it with two other girls Bridgett and Brittany, they’re identical twins.” Somewhere off in the distance a clock chimed. It sounded like a rather large clock. “That’s the signal for the end of class.” Rose answered my questioning look.









Rose went over the uniforms, which were black robes and a gold and red tie. I wasn’t thrilled about those, at sky we were encouraged to wear muggle clothing. Which was much more fashionable. But Rose did mention an upside which was the uniforms only needed to be worn in class. She then went over the Prefect system and she gave me a generalization of all the rules. Once she finished we went back down the stairs into the common room. It was full of people all dressed the same. I was starting to assume red and gold were the Gryffindor colours. In the common room was a wide range of ages. There was what looked like first years being bullied out of the chairs closest to the fire by what looked like sixth or seventh years. “It’s a little early but we can go down to the Great Hall now if you would like?”









“Sure,” just as we were making our way through the crowd, someone spoke in my ear.









“Told you, girls just can’t stay away from me,” I turned and faced the boy named James. Rose stopped and turned too. Again my body wanted to freeze but I wasn’t going to let him know he had had the same affect on my twice.









“Oh you’re right, it’s like a magnet.” I took a step closer to him, “it draws me closer and closer.” Our bodies were almost touching, I leaned into him like I was going to kiss him and then took a step back. “But then again I’ve always had extremely good free will.” I turned and walked away, Rose joined me laughing slightly. We made our way through the portrait hole and down the corridor.









“So you’ve meet James already?”









“Yeah I ran into him when I was with your mom earlier.”









“I think you hurt his ego.”









“Good he could use a size reduction, well in ego anyway.” Rose made a ‘huh’ noise. “What?”









“It’s just he is my cousin.”









“Oh, you know I knew that, and now this is slightly awkward.”









“But only slightly,” together we laughed and I could tell Rose and I were going to be good friends.









“Is he seeing anyone?”









“Who, James?” I nodded. “He sees a lot of girls, why are you interested?”









“He’s hot but no I’m not really into relationships.”









“Why not?”









“I have my reasons.” Rose didn’t look satisfied with my answer but we had just entered the Great Hall and my jaw dropped. There were thousands of candles floating in mid-air over four long tables. On the tables golden plates and goblets glittered. At the top of the hall was another long table. In the middle sat a large gold chair. The most amazing part was the ceiling, it was bewitched to look like the sky above.









Rose and I went and sat at the farthest table to the left. As the minutes passed more and more kids showed up. A boy with untameable hair and green eyes sat down across from us and Rose introduced him as Albus, James’ younger brother. Albus was closely followed by red head girl who was named Lily and a red haired boy with a long nose named Hugo. Lily was another of James’ siblings. Hugo was Rose’s little brother. As the hall looked to be full and the teachers were taking their sets, James sat down next to me. He winked at me and I rolled my eyes at him. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up at the head table. Headmaster Shacklebolt was standing with his hands folded in front of him.









“I only have a couple of things to say to you tonight. First I hope you all enjoyed your second day of classes.” There was much groaning at this. He smiled and continued on. “And second, we have a new student joining us today. She comes all the way from Canada and I want you all to make her feel at home.” Every head in the hall turned to look at me. It was easy to tell I was the new student, I was the only one not wearing black robes, I stood out like a sore thumb.









“If you’re feeling at all homesick my arms are always open.” James whispered in my ear.









“So welcome Spencer, and I hope you enjoy your fifth year at Hogwarts.”

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