Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter nor anything that I might refer to without noticing, but I do own my OCs.

A/N : Why « take two » ? Simply because my first try at writing the adventure of Catherine McAllister didn't succeed very well, so I'm trying again, this time with a 3rd person narration and no script format, but it will still be a day by day kind of story. Hope you will enjoy and if you have any suggestions or ideas to improve my OCs, just tell me and I'll be pleased to consider your ideas. I would also like to thank xxvisionaryxx for helping me with that story.

Intro

Catherine McAllister was the typical Upper East Sider of New York. She aspired to be a socialite when she was sixteen (in other words, the good age to wear designer clothes), after all, with her blonde hair and her ocean blue eyes, she was sure to enter that world easily, and she was a bit of a snob, like most aspiring socialites, but she would rather die than admit that she thought herself better than the normal, less rich people. Because she was still thirteen, she thought she was too young for wearing those famous names in fashion. The only thing that made her different from the rest of all those girls was a 14 1/2 inches stick made of pink ivory, ebony and essence of pixie's eyelash. Yes, she was a witch and this was the wand she had bought at Allivan's, the most reputable wandmaker in America. Unfortunately, she was about to have this precious piece of wood broken. She had just been kicked out of Salem's Witch Institute along with her nemesis, William Turner.

The reason for this unfortunate event was that they had destroyed the favorite painting of their rude Headmaster while trying to hex each other. Of course, Salem knew that accepting a McAllister into its walls for the first time was risky. Why? Because there was something between the two family that had lasted for ages. Bad blood had existed between the two families, ever since Catherine McAllister the first had founded the family.

Anyway, Salem had thought that a girl would be less tempted to continue the "tradition" between the two families. The beginning of her first year started well. Catherine and Turner weren't friends, but acted like civilized people towards each other until the end of their first semester. Their relationship turned bad when Will decided to play a prank on her, but it turned sour and Catherine was teased about it for a good month, which made her swear to herself that he would pay, even if she had to admit that he problem was really that he was much too good of a prankster. Catherine could hold her own in the pranking arena, which was demonstrated when she pranked Turner, and he ended up with bright pink hair for a week. But it was still only pranks that they were playing on each other, no hexing yet.

It was after a good prank of Catherine's in their second year that William decided to reveal the dark secret he had discovered about her. This was what had made them sworn enemies. She was teased about her secret so much that she swore to bring Will down. They started to hex each other until the accident happened.

Of course, it was already August and the Department of Magic hadn't called her yet to destroy her wand. She wondered what they were waiting for. It was, after all, hard enough to see her wand. It made her remember wonderful magical world she would have to leave. Yes, she thought, she would have more time to concentrate on her future social life, but she would miss the beauty of magic and the stick that made her so much different from all those other girls in New York City. She felt as though her individuality would be snapped along with her wand.

It was at that moment that a giant bird fluttered into the living room, where Catherine's mother, Natalia, was sitting. It dropped an envelope made of parchment and written in emerald green ink. Natalia took the envelope and called her daughter when she saw to whom it was written to.

"Yes mom?" asked Catherine, as she arrived inside the living room.

"You received a letter," her mom said and returned her attention to the book she that was reading.

"Who could possibly send me a letter by owl mail?" she muttered as she took the envelope. She knew that all her friends had access to a computer and were always sending emails rather than owl mail. As she turned over the envelope to open it she noticed the crest that was formed in the wax. It was an "H" with a lion, a raven, a badger and a snake. She knew that crest from somewhere, but she didn't know exactly where. She opened the envelope and read that she had been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She realized that she probably had seen the crest in her dad's old stuff, because he had been to Hogwarts.

When her dad came back from work, she showed him the letter and asked him why they were taking a girl who had been kicked out of her previous school for "bad behaviour" and "destruction of school property".

"Dumbledore has always been off his rocker and the fact that you were the best of your year might have helped you…" said her father.

The next day he had bought tickets to London to buy her school stuff. With her bad sense off direction, he wouldn't let his own daughter wander alone in Britain's capital.

Catherine wasn't quite pleased with that. She hated it when her father was threating her like a kid. Yes, she had a bad sense of direction, she couldn't deny it, but she just hated it when her father was overprotective. She was sure she would do just fine with a GPS! Her father, to bring a smile back on her face, put an extension charm on her luggages so she could bring all of her stuff with her, added another charm on one luggage so she could keep foods and drinks in it (she filled that one with sweets, cookies and fudge).

Of course, when she arrived in London, her hair became all frizzy, has it always did when there was a lot of humidity in the hair. The reaction of Catherine was: "Argh! I can't believe I'll be stuck with that hair at my new school! I hope I didn't forgot to bring my hair products…"

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