Expulsion
Annabeth Heymen didn't mean to get kicked out of school, It just kind of happened. Her family is well, as some people call, troubled. She sat on the steps outside of Ilvermorny replaying her expulsion over and over in her head. "Yes sir, I understand that I wounded him, but the exchange was his fault." "Miss Heymen! Mister Axis is in the infirmary wing because of you. Your jinx was too powerful, and misguided. That's the last straw, you've been in trouble for fighting before, I'm afraid you're no longer welcome here. Pack your things, you have an hour" Annabeth didn't have many friends here, none actually. Even as she stood on the crest her first day, waiting, praying. The Pukwudgie raised it's arrow, and she knew she was going to be alone. As no one cheered, or made a move to speak to her afterwards like so many had done to others, she stood almost Idly, wanting to be anywhere but here. It was even worse when people found out she was a Heymen, the "Cursed family of Godric Gryffindor" as her great uncle, a student under Salazar Slytherin himself had insulted the legend so harshly, that the family line would never know peace again. She made it two years before she mastered every jinx, hex, and defensive spell to ward off bullies. Lord knows why everyone wanted a piece of her. Annabeth was smart, some might even say too smart, as she sat on the steps she held her wand, she'd stolen it. One isn't even allowed to take their wand home until the age of seventeen, Annabeth is a third year. Her intelligence should do her well, as she's going to sneak into Hogwarts. Forgery was one of her stronger suits, fake homework that's done, fake candies to give, a fake wand to break upon expulsion. It definitely wasn't hard for her to forge school papers to send to hogwarts once she'd received a letter. She'd even changed her name, Annabeth Dunn, as people would call her at Hogwarts. Yes Annabeth was upset to leave the school, not too upset mind you, but she wasn't worried. Annabeth was a foster kid, her parents died in a house fire when she was out with a no-Maj friend. She watched her home burn. Hopping from house to house she'd only been taken in by a witch named Fiona, she was old. As in 97 old. She adopted Annabeth immediately and loved her to her dying breath. She left Annabeth her house, as she had no child. Now annabeth would go home, and send it into the phantom zone. A space like Hermione Granger's bag, or Newt Scamander's case, she'd leave it there until she needed it again, because she'd never sell it. Needless to say, she was the Last Heymen. Annabeth raised her eyes, a carriage had arrived to take her home, she sighed letting the coachman take her trunk, and climbed into the back.
Two hours and twenty minutes later Annabeth stood at the stoop of 101 congress Avenue. Pushing the door open Annabeth was greeted with a familiar elf. "Hello Jenkyns, do you have the portkey?" The house elf nodded. He wasn't a traditional elf, He wore a tailored white collared shirt, oil black vest, and a bowtie. Fiona had freed him ages ago, but he stuck around because he was attached to the house, and those who live in it. Fiona also left her savings to Annabeth, which was an outstanding amount of money, she'd given the key to Annabeth who's charmed it to always return to her, no matter the circumstance, but she has it tied around her neck. "Jenkyns i need you to do something for me, when I leave i need you to send our home to the phantom zone, I promise I'll be back but until I do. The house of Quail is yours. Understand? Yours." The elf nodded, "I'll see you soon miss Heymen" Annabeth smiled, "Of course sir" Locking her wrist around the hourglass Annabeth took a deep breath, then vanished into time and space.