So, this is actually a story that my friend and I tried to write years ago. I'm now writing it by myself and trying to get further then we did. So bear with me. This is about to witches from Salem Massachusetts transferring to Hogwarts. I've tried to make the characters as realistic as possible, and it is told from multiple points of view as the story moves on. Try and read at least two chapters before dismissing this.

I'm trying to make it most like each character thinking as I tell it, so the first girl, Melody is pretty long winded and thorough in her thought process. Enjoy.

Disclaimer : I own nothing but the two transfer girls and plot.

Prologue

"This year's gonna suck."

Not even looking up from her book, the dark haired girl across the compartment sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time today. She did not bother to try and explain once again why she and her best friend sitting across from her, were on a train, leaving behind all they knew for a year in a school halfway around the world.

"You know it's for the best," she answered with as little emotion as she possibly could.

"But Mel...", the petite blond whined, "I don't wanna be the new girl! I always get made fun of for behind so short!" She proceeded to cross her arms over her chest and sulk like a toddler whose been refused a piece of candy.

"At least you don't get made fun of for being scrawny." Melody cringed as she remembered how she had been poked fun at all of her life by kids for being so thin. Really it was almost unhealthy, especially considering her height. She was 5'8" for petes sake! Yet she had several friends who could almost wrap their hands completely around her waist.

"Yeah. That's true I guess." The blond paused at this and almost seemed lost in thought. This was a good sign...when Riley slipped into space it almost surely meant that she would daydream for hours. Melody slipped back into her book. But today just had to be the day that Riley would not keep quiet.

"Well, I'll do it for fun, but I refuse to learn anything Melody, know that now!"

"I know Riley, you never do. I have given up on you," Melody spoke over the ruckus of the train with a slight grin on her face. While she obviously wouldn't be able to read anymore today, maybe if she could just get her friend in a better mood they could at least play some Exploding Snap.

"Suit yourself Twiggy, I'm a hopeless case and you know it," Riley said slyly, clearly hoping to promote an argument. She had taken to affectionately calling Melody "Twiggy" last year. This had quickly turned into a nickname that everyone had called her back in Salem Massachusetts, and ended the teasing streak. Hopefully it would work at their new school. In turn, Melody had taken to calling Riley "Twitchy" because she could never be still for more then half an hour at a time.

When 'Twiggy' only nodded in reply Riley said "You're just as hopeless as I am but you refuse to admit it."

"Whatever floats your boat Twitchy," Melody answered calmly, as if she had said it everyday for all sixteen years of her life, "Whatever floats your boat."

"Come on Twiggy entertain me, I'm bored out of my mind," Riley whined.

At this Melody grinned manically and pulled out the Exploding Snap deck.

2 Hours Later

"So where is this 'Leaky Cauldron' again," A slightly singed, and quite exasperated Riley asked a few hours later. "You have no idea where we're going do you Twigs?"

"I know perfectly well where we're going. You're the one who forgot," replied Melody haughtily. She had to laugh at her long time friends condition. "You're just angry that I beat you at Exploding Snap...again."

Riley stuck her tongue out and obviously chose to ignore the comment. "Come on Mel you know I have a short attention span, I wasn't really listening when you read the letter, I was..." she stuttered as she racked her brain for an excuse, "Writing a poem to you!"

"Okay lets hear it then," challenged Melody.

"Okay, I was lying...I just wasn't very interested."

"Oh are you ever?"

"Sometimes." Melody rose an eyebrow and Riley shrugged sheepishly "...no not really."

"At least you're telling the truth. It's a wonder that you manage the grades that you do." Melody grinned. "Oh! There it is!" She pointed at the door of a very rickety and old pub as she started to make her way over to it.

"I hope it's cleaner on the outside then it is inside." She heard Riley mutter.

As Melody pushed open the door it gave a loud creak and she sighed. Defiantly not cleaner on the inside.

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