"Bella, you'll like your new school," Charlie said as he parked the car at the trainstation.

Bella rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Right."

"Just give it some time," Charlie smiled. He got out of the car and walked on the other side to open the door for her. She got out.

"What train am I supposed to even get on?" Bella asked looking at a map she was given at the airport. "Nine and three quarters?"

Charlie took out his wallet.

"No, not money, Dad. That's the name of the train," She rolled her eyes.

Charlie giggled. "Oh. Sorry."

--

Edward sighed.

"C'mon, Ed. You'll like your new school," Jasper said as they walked through the crowded people trying to find their train. "Mfaybe you'll even find a girl there." Jasper elbowed him.

Edward rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Right. Girls will probably think I'm from the medieval times, because of my name. It's not very popular, you know."

Jasper laughed. "I'm sure you'll meet great girls there. If you know what I mean."

"We're supposed to be going on nine and three quarters," Edward changed the subject.

"Is that how much money you need?" Jasper asked.

Edward shook his head. "The name of the train."

"Oh," Jasper laughed at his own joke. "Let's try to find it."

--

"I`m so excited to go back to Hogwarts, Harry. Aren't you?" Hermione asked. Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked in the train and took their seats.

"I am," Ron smiled. "I'm looking forward to seeing Dumbledore."

Harry seemed to be staring out the window, daydreaming.

"Harry?" Hermione said. She looked out the train window to see what he was staring at. He seemed to be staring at a girl.

She had brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and skinny. It looked like that person on the side of her, was her Dad. I looked at Harry again. He was drooling.

"Harry!" Hermione tried to make him stop staring out the window.

"Huh? What?" Harry said looking at both Ron and Hermione.

Ron just shook his head slowly. "You were drooling over a girl."

"Oh," Harry said. "Hey. Atleast I like girls."

Ron stared at him. "I like girls."

"I'll be right back," Harry walked out of their section, into the train hallway. He walked away.

"Bye?" Hermione said.

Ron shrugged. "She isn't that pretty."

"Oh, come on, Ron. You know you want to drool over her."

"Yeah right. Even Malfoy looks prettier then her."

"Harry's right. You do check out guys!"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Yes. That's what I do in my spare time. Just like you do with Viktor Krum. He is krummy. Haha, get it?"

Hermione stared at him. "Oh, shut up, Ron!"

"Whatever."

--

Raven sighed. "Do I really have to go to this school?"

Her mom nodded. "Yes. Your brother will be there, atleast you'll know somebody."

Raven rolled her eyes. She remembered when she started kindergarten. She remembered the look on Mrs. Peevish's face when she told her what she really wanted to be when she grew up. She remembered that day perfectly.

It first happened, when she was five. My classmates and I were sitting in a semicircle on the floor in the reading area. "Bradley, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Mrs. Peevish asked after all the otehr questions have been answered.

"A fire fighter!" he shouted.

"Cindi?"

"Uh. . . a nurse," Cindi Warren whispered meekly.

Mrs. Peevish went through the rest of the class. Police officers. Astronauts. Football players. Finally it was my turn.

"Raven, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Mrs Peevish asked, her green eyes staring through her.

She said nothing.

"An actress?"

She shook her head.

"A doctor?"

"Nuh, uh," She said.

"A flight attendant?"

"Yuck!" She replied.

"Then what?" Mrs. Peevish asked, annoyed.

She thought for a moment. "I want to be. . ."

"Yes?"

"I want to be. . . a vampire!" She shouted, to the shock and amazement of Mrs. Peevish and her classmates. For a moment she thought she started to laugh; maybe she really did. The children sitting next to her inched away. She spent most of her childhood watching others inch away.

But, that did happen. She thought, back in reality.

"You'll be fine," My mom smiled. "Becky, will be there also."

I like being a vampire, but I hate being in a new school!

What if I didn't like the new school? I guess I'd have to deal with it until summer, Raven thought.