Chapter One - Meeting the Twins
Author's note: The main character of this story is, basically, me, only modified to fit the wizarding world. This is my first fanfic.
I stepped through the wall between platforms 9 and 10, and onto Platform 9 3/4. Instantly, I was in the midst of dozens of other teenage
witches and wizards like myself. Then again, maybe they were not so much like me. I was an American, a Texan, and a Starstrella. The
Starstrellas were the only pureblood family in Cass County, and one of only seven in Texas. We were renowned for breeding the finest
hippogriffs in Northeast Texas. We also made the best bootleg firewhiskey I'd ever tasted, but I couldn't tell just anyone about that. My mother
was tall, skinny, pale, and blonde. My father, bless him, was a werewolf and had narrowly missed becoming a vampire, too. When in human
form, he was of small stature with indigo eyes and brown hair. He was not particularly friendly, but he was not rude, either. He spent most of his
time with the hippogriffs.
Somehow, I had ended up with long auburn hair and emerald green eyes. I was tougher than all my 3 brothers put together, but I was
always ladylike as well. You might say I had developed my own form of chivalry. To me, it was nobler to fight like a lady than to go behind
someone's back. I had never lost a wizarding duel, but I had never lost a fist fight either.
The first young Brits that caught my eye were a group of redheads. There was a tall identical pair, a girl, and a boy my age with a little
grey owl. Just as I noticed the bird, a strong breeze shoved my hair into my own black owl's face. His squawking had not yet died down when
the redheaded twins approached me. One of them muttered "Levicorpus" and pointed his wand at my owl, Sysyphus, while the other
introduced himself as George Weasley.
"Where're ya from?" he asked with a smile. I could not imagine a frown on that face.
"Texas," I replied. "My name is Kristyn Starstrella, and I'm from Cass County, Texas."
"Texas, eh? So, do you support the Sweetwater All-Stars?" Did he not hear me say that I was a Starstrella?
"Of course I do. Haven't missed a game since, well... last week, when I moved here." I said with a pained look.
"So you don't like England, then?' he asked, like I had just insulted his mother. My owl was now turning flips in midair and George's twin was
laughing loudly, but somehow there was no cruelty in his jingling laugh.
"It's not that I don't like it here; I love the old castles and cathedrals, and London is definitely more lively than Cass County, but... the weather is
so predictable. 'Tuesday - rain. Wednesday - rain. The rest of eternity - rain," George chuckled a little, "and of course, I miss my old friends. I
haven't had a chance to make any new ones yet."
"Well, of course you have, you just met me! And as soon as my brother, Fred, lets your owl alone, I'll introduce him, too."
Fred looked up at the mention of his name and Sysyphus fell back on his perch in a flurry of ebony feathers.
"Fred, this is Kristyn Starstrella," said George.
"Nice to meet ya," said Fred.
"You too," I replied.
Apparently he noticed my accent. "Oy! You're from Texas, aren't you? Have you ever put a burr under someone's saddle?"
I sighed, realising that it might not be the first time I was asked that question.