Welcome to my kinda-sorta sequel to House of Return! I hope you like it. :3

Secondly, I would LOVE to thank rducky for inboxing me and telling me that THEY FIXED THE ERROR I WAS GETTING! :D

Right. On to the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER! I shall have Mick help me with it.

Mick: Ice-Princess-93 doesn't own anything affiliated with House of Anubis, Joy's evilness, or Harry Potter.

Me: I wish I did. Obviously.

Mick: Why is Harry Potter included in this?

Me: You'll find out...


Chapter One: House of Letters

Nina's POV:

It was Monday afternoon, and myself and my housemates were sitting in the living room working on homework. It was fairly quiet; the only sounds that were heard was people writing or turning pages in books, the grandfather clock chiming, and Trudy's bustling through the kitchen, making dinner.

The overall day wasn't too bad. Classes started up again and Joy was in all of ours, apparently having been re-enrolled. Mr. Sweet made an announcement about taking Victor's spot as Anubis House's House Advisor since Victor's 'tragic passing in a car crash'. That was their cover-up story. He also said he'd remain as headmaster during school hours.

But back to Joy. One night and a lot of disgruntled comments from us later, she unfortunately had to remain in our House since everywhere else was full, opting to room with Mara and Patricia because me and everyone else had put up a huge argument in my defense about the dangers of us as roommates.

"What are you drawing?" Fabian asked, snapping me out of my reminiscing haze. I looked down at my French notebook, realizing I had stopped in the middle of the assignment to doodle a picture of an owl.

"Apparently I'm drawing an owl," I replied, ripping out the page and starting to rewrite the French answers. I handed him the page once I'd finished. "Here. You can have it."

"Thanks," he smiled, taking it. "Oh and you realize you inadvertently gave me the answers to our French."

"Oh how lovey-dovey of you," Joy spat, smirking at us. Everyone glared at her, and I thought I saw Patricia elbow her in the ribs. "Sorry," she muttered, turning away.

It was then that Trudy called us for dinner. We got up, abandoning our work for the time being, and made our way happily into the dining room for our very delicious-looking roast chicken meal.

No one really talked much during supper, except for the occasional "pass the bread" or "why so quiet?" Mr. Sweet appeared in the doorway when we were almost finished, glancing around at us with a smile.

"Good evening, children," he greeted us, looking a little tired but happy all the same. "How are you all tonight?"

It was one of the most awkward moments to be had recently. The other happened yesterday when Fabian and I confessed our undying love for each other and then proceeded to make out in front of the rest of Sibuna and Joy. Although, I did love seeing the look of pure horror on Joy's face.

"We're fine," Mick replied, food falling from his mouth. It was absolutely disgusting.

"Mick you're so gross! Don't talk with your mouth full," Amber scolded.

"Right, well, carry on." Mr. Sweet left awkwardly, whistling and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"That was odd," Mara said after we'd continued eating. "Do you think he's a bit stressed out?"

"Well yeah, I do," Alfie chimed in. "I mean, now he's working two jobs. Sort of."

"And the leader to their Society is dead," Fabian added.

"So's their arch enemy," Patricia said.

"At least we're okay," Jerome said happily. We all nodded in agreement.

"Well, most of us," Joy said under her breath.

"Joy!" Fabian snapped. "Why are you being such a bitch?"

She got up and walked over to us, scowling menacingly. My eyes widened in terror.

I felt red hot pain erupt in and around my left eye before I realized what had happened. Joy had punched me. Hard. I probably had a black eye. I felt tears well up and fall down my face.

Everything turned into utter chaos.

Fabian got up so fast, his chair tipped over backwards. He grabbed my hand and pulled me from the room before I had a chance to protest. I heard Patricia swearing very loudly and shouting extremely vulgar things at Joy. Amber shouted something about Joy's attitude, then she tore from the room as well, sobbing. As soon as she found Fabian and I in the common room, she seemed to calm down ever so slightly.

Mick and Jerome emerged about ten minutes later, dragging a still-yelling and violently-thrashing Patricia upstairs to her room. Mara followed, her expression stoic and a glob of mashed potatoes in her hair. I felt bad for her.

Finally, Alfie came out of the dining room with Joy who was yelling about me not looking so stunning with a black eye. He was gripping her wrist tightly as she was led into the kitchen. I stared at Fabian.

"Are you okay Love?" he asked, concern flooding his face.

"My eye hurts," I admitted, lightly touching below where she'd punched me. It still hurt.

"It's all bruised," he said, frowning.

"That bitch!" it was Jerome. He was coming down the stairs with Mick. "Oh, hi guys. You okay Nina?"

"My eye hurts," I repeated. "But other than that I'm fine."

"Good," Mick replied. "Where's Alfie?"

"With Joy."

"That bitch!" Jerome said again, stomping off into the kitchen.

"What's wrong, dearies?" Trudy asked, walking into the living room. She stopped once she saw me. "Nina! Honey, what happened?"

"Joy happened," Amber muttered. "She punched Nina during supper."

"There was a food fight too," Mick added. "Mara just went upstairs to wash potato out of her hair."

"And it's mine and Mara's turn for chores tonight! We'll have to clean it all up!" Patricia exclaimed, coming downstairs and sitting next to us. "You alright Nina? I think you might be bleeding."

I stood up and went over to the mirror. "Great," I groaned. "She must've been wearing a ring."

"I'll get you some ice and a wet cloth to wash it off with," Trudy said, walking into the kitchen.

We heard shouting.

"Get away from me you creeps!" Joy shrieked, sprinting into the entryway. Before she ran upstairs, we noticed why she was so mad.

There she was, sopping wet from head to toe, water dripping everywhere. Patricia, Mick, Amber, Fabian and I all burst into laughter as soon as we saw the horrific expression on her face, and even harder when Jerome and Alfie came out, each carrying an empty bucket. They were smirking.

"Children, what in the world-?" Mr. Sweet stopped talking as soon as he saw Joy's dripping, my bloody black eye, and Alfie and Jerome's buckets. He was standing at the top of the stairs.

Trudy came back with my ice and cloth, then explained the situation to him. He looked absolutely pissed.

"Miss Mercer!" he shouted, pointing threateningly at her. "Detention for two weeks! No, make that detention and a grounding for two weeks. Now go to your rooms, all of you. It's almost ten."

"Good night, Nina," Fabian whispered, kissing my cheek below the bruise. "I love you."

"I love you too. Good night, Fabes," I whispered in reply, kissing him back. He and Mick went off to their room, followed by Alfie and Jerome going to theirs. Amber, Patricia and I mimicked them by going upstairs.


We got ready for bed in no time. I was about to turn off my lamp, but a tapping sound on glass stopped me.

"Nina, what is it?" Amber asked from her vanity. She was taking off her make-up.

"I don't know," I answered, quietly going over to the window. I opened it cautiously, only to be greeted by two large fluff balls zooming in and each landing on our beds.

Getting over the initial shock, I slowly closed the window and turned around, coming face-to-face with the wide yellow eyes of a snowy owl. The one on Amber's bed was tawny.

"Just like in the picture I drew," I said softly, slowly approaching the bird.

Amber screamed.

"Don't do it Nina! It'll bite you!" she exclaimed, pointing at my owl in fright. Hers just looked at her and cocked its head to the side.

"Amber, it's an owl. It's not going to hurt me," I said calmly, seeing her visibly relax.

Before reaching out to stroke it, I noticed something.

"Amber? Does your owl have an envelope attached to its leg?" I asked as I untied the note.

"Yeah Nins," she answered, undoing her own.

I was about to open it when I heard high-pitched screaming coming from Mara, Patricia, and Joy's room. This made our owls screech and flutter towards the window, which I lunged at and opened just in time for them to fly out into the night.

"What the hell was that?" Amber asked, already heading for the door.

"Owls!" Joy shrieked. So they had gotten ones too, I thought as I followed Amber to their room.

We met up with the guys in the hall, each carrying an envelope like ours. I saw a grey owl making itself comfortable on Alfie's shoulder, hooting softly.

"What the fuck," Jerome muttered as we approached the other bedroom. "Why are we being swarmed with owls? Is this the beginning of the plague or something?"

I opened the door to find Joy crouched on top of Patricia's desk, holding a rolled-up magazine and darting her eyes around. Mara and Patricia just stood there, each holding their envelopes. Joy's was on the floor.

"So. You guys got letters as well?" Fabian asked, absentmindedly stroking the owl on Alfie's shoulder. The window was closed, and I presumed their owls flew off in fright like ours had. I just thought it was weird that Alfie's was the only one insane enough to stay.

"Yeah," Mara answered nonchalantly, looking around at everyone. "Should we open them?"

"No I think we should just leave them here forever," Patricia said, a drip of icy sarcasm in her voice.

"Hey look at this!" I exclaimed, examining the address on the front of the envelope. "Nina Martin, Smaller Upstairs Bedroom, The Bed on the Right, Anubis House School." I was reading it more to myself than anyone else. "Creepy."

"Mine says the same thing!" Amber chimed in. "Except it says 'The Bed on the Left.'"

Fabian had already opened his envelope and pulled out the contents: Two pieces of parchment. I got a glimpse of some of the writing before he fixed the creases. I didn't know what it said, but whatever it was had been written in emerald green ink. He started reading it to us.

"Dear Mr. Rutter," he paused, his eyes going wide before continuing. "We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term began on the first of September, and we apologize about your letter being so late, but we had to make sure The Chosen One fulfilled her duties at Anubis House School before attending here. We await your reply by owl immediately. Yours Sincerely, Professor Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress."

All eyes fell on me, and I vaguely heard Joy fall off the desk.

All I could say was, "Well. I guess I'm a witch. And you guys are also witches and wizards."

Fabian replied shakily, glancing down at the letter and then at me, then back at the letter. "I… I guess this would explain all the weird stuff happening lately."


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