School would be starting soon. Christina was sitting at Orlando International airport with one of her best friends. In just a few short hours they would be up in the air, on their way to England. They were leaving everything behind. Just a few short months ago, as their first year of school had ended, their headmaster as the American Institution of Wizardry had informed Christina that she was being transferred for her own safety. She was forced to attend Hogwarts, and her friend David agreed to go with her. Well, they were a little more than just friends. She was still less then pleased about being forced to leave her beloved America and start afresh.
Granted, her situation was a little different. Her magic had appeared a year earlier than it does for most students, so she started going to wizardry school shortly before her eleventh birthday. However, David, whose parents were both muggles, had not shown any sign of magic until he was 14.
"Flight 93 headed to London is now boarding" they heard over the intercom. "Well, this is it," David noted.
Nine hours later the plan landed. They got away from the crowds and to a secluded parking garage at the airport, and apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. They went in, paid for a room for the night, took their stuff upstairs, and went into Diagon Alley to visit Grigotts as well as to buy supplies.
"Geez, hasn't this school ever heard of paperback!" Christina huffed. She was loaded down with books, which she shrunk, as well as new robes, parchment, quills, potion supplies, and everything else she would need. David was just as loaded down.
They made their way back to their rooms, and feel asleep in each others arms. They next morning they got a cab to take them to King's Cross Station, where they would board the Hogwarts Express.
Getting though the barrier was easy. They had instructions for Professor Dumbledore on how to do it. Finding an empty compartment, they settled in for the journey, still not looking forward to the year. When they heard bustle around the train, they decided to change into their robes, as they were to arrive soon.
As they left the train, they were spotted by a professor Hagrid, who informed them to come in the boats with the First Years. "Great! Just Great!" Christina though. "I'm being treated like a dumb Fristie." She and David got into a boat, still fuming.
"Miss. White, Mr. Johnson, please wait her in the entrance hall until you are called. First Years, please follow me into the Great Hall for your sorting," Professor McGonagall instructed. "Perfect, let's make a spectacle out of our new American students. Fuck My Life!" Christina exclaimed. She was beyond being pissed off at all of this. After what seemed like forever, she and David heard Headmaster Dumbledore mention something about this being the first time Hogwarts has ever had transfer students, and how the school should greet them with open arms and show respect, and they were called in for their sorting.
"Mr. Johnson and Miss White, it is so good to finally meet you after our correspondences this summer. " Dumbledore went on, "The staff has reviewed your previous transcripts, and talked with your former professors. We believe that with your current knowledge you should start here as a Third Year." "Great, I'm now a freak who is too smart for my own year. Perfect, this can't get any better!" Christina thought.
"Now, on with the sorting. All you must do is place this hat on your head, and it will determine your new House. We have Gryffindor," and there were loud applauses at the second table. "Ravenclaw," the first table erupted. "Hufflepuff," the third table made their presence known. "and Slytherin," to which the fourth table clapped. David went first. The hat took quite a while to decide, before shouting "Gryffindor!" and David when over, hoping that Christina would follow him. She sat down, placed the hat on her head. This time, the hat took much longer. In her head the hat said "my, my. You could fit anywhere. You definitely have courage, and would fit well with Gryffindor. You're intelligent, and would do well in Ravenclaw. I sense passion for friendships, so Hufflepuff would work as well. But there is a strong sense to prove yourself. You are very ambitious. Slytherin would work well indeed." Finally, after nearly 10 minutes, the hat shouted "Gryffindor!"
Christina made her way over to the table, and sat next to David, who just happened to be sitting next to the Golden Trio. After a few more remarks by Dumbledore, including the yearly speech about the Forbidden Forest, the feast began. Christina and David kept mostly to themselves, just listening to all the conversations going on around them. After the delicious food, everyone made their way to their dormitories to sleep before classes began in the morning.