With the release of the North American wizarding school, Ilvermorny, I thought it was about time to experience being a Witch.

We can all admit we were waiting for our Hogwarts letter when we were 11.

I'm not saying you have to read this Fanfiction. It's really for my own enjoyment.

Anyways, enjoy the fic.


I grew up knowing I was a Witch. My entire family, immigrants from Egypt to Canada, were Wizards and now, it was finally my time to go to the North American Wizard school, Ilvermorny. Growing up, obviously, I'd heard about the many stories about the Wizard school in the U.K., Hogwarts. Harry Potter himself had defeated You-Know-Who way before I had been born. Today's threat was a group of You-Know-Who's surviving followers disguising themselves as terrorist groups. To muggles, they were known as ISIS.

In the little town I'd been born and raised in, Heatherton, Wizards weren't so rare so I'd be going with my best friend, Jinx, to Ilvermorny. No one knew where Ilvermorny was but we knew how to get there. You would board the subway in Toronto but make sure to show them your special ticket and off you zoom to Ilvermorny. One of my older sisters had already finished her time at Ilvermorny and currently working at the Ministry of Magic in London but my other sister was still on her 5th year.

"Sarah, it's time to go to the Byward Market." My mother told me. It was finally time to visit our nearest Wizard Shops, located in Ottawa. We would be taking Floo Powder to the Byward Market.

"What do you think my wand is?" I asked eagerly. My mother turned into a Gazelle like she usually did when she was thinking. She learned transfiguration (and got certified) in the African school, Uagadou. "Sweetie, you're African. We don't need wands." She pointed at the dishes in the sink and they started washing themselves.

"But wands are cool!" I argued.

"They're just tools."

"Useful tools!"

"Fine. We'll get you a wand." She sprinkled the Floo Powder in our fireplace.

I stepped into the green flames. "ByWizard Market."


"Ah! The Higgs! The young one is on her way to Ilvermorny soon, I presume?" Sybil, the owner of Wizard Tools greeted us with her heavy Russian accent. It wasn't the first time I'd met her. With 2 older sisters, we'd gotten to know Sybil quite well.

"Yep!" I gave her a hug and she played with my dark, brown hair.

"It's so great to see you, Sybil." My mother shook her hand.

"Yes, yes." Her curly, blonde hair seemed to friz more when she was excited. "I know exactly which wand is for little Sarah." She ran around pulling out boxes of wands.

She gave me one box and I opened it gently. "What type is this?" I picked it up. It was beautiful but I wasn't sure it was for me.

"Cherry wood with Unicorn hair core 16 ½ with moderate flexibility." She said excitedly.

I played with it in my hands. "Expelliarmus." A small spark came out of its end but nothing major.

The excitement faded from Sybil's eyes. "That cancels out these 5." She threw the boxes behind her. "Try this one. Alder wood with Dragon heartstring core 12 ½ and slightly springy flexibility." (That's my Pottermore wand!)

It felt amazing in my hands. "Lumos." I whispered. The light flickered but it was most definitely there. This was my wand. "It's perfect."

"How much should we pay?" My mother asked.

"No, no! It's free! You've been a loyal customer!" Sybil said.

"We have to pay. It's usually 7 Galleons, 700 muggle, right?" My mother fished in her purse.

"Fine. It'll be 2 Galleons, 200 muggle." Sybil sighed.

My mother paid and we quickly went to trade my older sisters' worn out robes for new ones at Belinda's Robes. The sign on the door said 'New Robes, Old Robes, We take all! Join the Barter System! Only 5 Knuts!'. My family, obviously, participated in the Barter System. At Belinda's Robes, they fixed used robes and sold new robes too. You could trade in minimum 2 old robes for one new one or just pay. This time, Belinda, the founder of the shop, was not still around. Instead, shady looking workers ran the shop. Some say that they bought Belinda's Robes and murdered her later but nobody knew.

"Can I help you?" A tall man asked. He was wearing all black.

"Yes. My daughter needs some new robes and I will trade these 2 for them." She pulled out 2 very worn out looking robes out of her purse. I assumed she had some sort of bigger-on-the-inside charm on them.

The man examined them. "Interesting. I can see some places that could be fixed with magic and some stains we could recolour."

"So you'll do it?" My mother asked.

"There are a couple of places where only muggle fixing would work." He concluded.

"Really? Because this isn't the first time I've been here and I know what could be fixed." My mother said with suspicion.

"Magic can't fix this." He pulled out a grim looking wand and pointed at the robes. They twisted in odd ways and the fabric was shredded.

"You can't do that!" My mother yelled. "That's far from fair."

"You'll have to pay, ma'am. Sorry." He sneered.

I do a lot of things without thinking but this time, I had put in at least 1 second of thought. I kicked him in the crotch and he fell to the ground crying. "For that customer service, we'll have it free, thank you very much."

"Sarah!" I looked up at my mother. Instead of seeing her 'disappointed' face, I found her grinning. "Don't do that again!" She laughed.

A couple customers stared at us but only one approached us. It was a short and slightly chubby woman. She had a very annoying voice. "Excuse me," She looked at the man's nametag. "Jeffery, but I teach at Ilvermory. My name is Professor Helena and I'll pay for Sarah's robes and any damage she may have caused." She glared at my mother and I. "Clearly, they both need to be taught manners." If she was going to be my Professor, I was prepared to have a poor relationship with her.

"Professor, the way I raise my daughter is none of your business. Now, pay like you said you would and go get your Herbology materials and leave us alone." My mother said.

"I've never liked you Higgs." She sighed, passing another employee money.

"Come with me, Sarah." The employee said. I was lead away with my mother to the kids section. The employee measured my height silently and found me the best robes for me. They quickly kicked us out.

My mother held my hand and the list of supplies in another hand. We already had most of the clothing on it (hand me downs). "Do you want a pet?"

"You mean like an owl?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Sure!" She led me to PJ's Magical Pets. I was greeted by the smell of birds.

"I am most definitely not letting you have a toad." My mother cringed. "Do you want an owl?"

"Owls' are cool but I can just e-mail you. They have computers there." I said.

"Very true. Do you want a cat?"

"Yes!" I loved cats.

"Okay."

I ended up picking a small, Siberian adult cat named Stitch. A woman told us he was one of the smartest cats available but most people didn't want him because he didn't cuddle with people. I loved him from the moment I laid eyes on him. He even got along with my sister, Lena. She didn't like cats very much.

I texted Jinx on my iPad before I slept.

I got a cat from the ByWizard Market!

Jinx: You're so lucky. I couldn't get anything because apparently, when Mackenzie learned she was a Witch, she got a toad and lost it when she came home. I just don't understand why they had to keep it from me for 11 years. I have to go sleep. Gn.

I responded. Goodnight.

I went to bed that night knowing my time at Ilvermorny will be amazing.