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Home. Apparently where my heart is.
The Hogwarts Kids
“Mr Muller and Mr Sheppard are out in the driveway waiting to welcome the Hogwarts students. They’ve told me not to try and make you do any work, just…don’t swing from the light fixtures or anything like that, and don’t make Mrs Doherty next door come in yelling about the noise you lot are making, she frightens me.”
“If you wanna grab your togs, just get changed in one of the bathrooms—”
“Ella and Corwin are old-school purebloods,” Georgia says. “You know, big mansions a hundred and fifty years old, generation after generation Sorted into the same house, don’t know how to drive a car…”
Defence Against the Dark Arts
“This is New Zealand. We haven’t had any cases of Dark magic since the 1850s when some convict from Australia got blind drunk and started cursing people. We’re not in any danger here.”
The Grass Is Always Greener
“I love it here. It’s just safe and friendly and…nice.”
Mr Muller saunters in as the second bell rings.
In addition to Hogwarts preparation, Formal Fever is sweeping the school. The Year 12 and 13 Formal has been set for August 15, and I get the feeling the teachers are sick of their Year 12s being totally distracted by one thing or another.
Welcome to Britain
What if something goes wrong and I’m stuck in some foreign embassy in Beijing or whatever? Feigning confidence, I say goodbye to my parents, shake Mr Sheppard’s hand and throw the powder into the fire. “The Atrium, British Ministry of Magic!”
Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts
We cross in front of the teachers to the stool where the famed Sorting Hat is now singing.
“Come sit,” Lucy says, steering me towards a circle of plush red couches that are filled with people, most of whom I don’t recognise. We join Larissa on one couch – it’s a bit of a squish – and Lucy proceeds to introduce me to the boys sitting opposite us.
“Um,” Henry says awkwardly. “Oh, hey Scorpius!”
“Now, just as a bit of revision,” Professor Rutherford continues, holding up a hand for silence, though it’s not exactly necessary – “We’re going to do non-verbal blocking practice. I know this is pretty basic stuff, but it’s always good to start off slow after a long holiday.”
I find myself clinging to every reminder of home that I can find, but by early October the simple fact that I am on the other side of the world and couldn’t be much further away from NZ if I tried begins to hit home.
We emerge out into Hogsmeade, and Henry takes my hand, which immediately increases my heart rate an unhealthy amount.
Decisions and Departures
About two weeks before we’re due to leave Hogwarts, three things strike me. Number one: We have two weeks left at Hogwarts. Number two: We have three weeks until WEKA Level 2 external exams. Number three: I kinda want to fly home.
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