End of term feast, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:

"Welcome students to the end of term. Exams are finally over and the summer holidays finally begin. I would like to congratulate the Ravenclaw House for winning the House Cup and the Gryffindor House for winning the Quidditch Cup. I would also like to announce that after the feast, I will be holding a meeting for the upcoming seventh years in the Entrance Hall. Now, enjoy your last meal of the year."

As the students dug in, there was quite a bit of talking speculating on why he wanted a meeting. There never was one before. Why now?

At the Slytherin table Draco Malfoy's gang was trying to figure it out.

"I bet he wants a teacher for DADA."

"No, I think there's going to be a new student."

"Neither of those can be it. My money's on going someplace."

The friends turned and looked at Draco. He wasn't normally interested in what Dumbledore said so having him comment about it was a little surprising.

"What? You act surprised," he said with a little smirk.

"Well, I wouldn't use that exact term, but the effect is the same," Blaise Zabini said.

Draco laughed a little at his friend and continued eating.

After the meal was over, everyone but the sixth years went up to their dorms for a good night sleep. The remaining filed into the Entrance Hall and made way for the headmaster. Deciding on standing in the middle of everyone, he waited until they quieted down to begin speaking.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I have called this meeting. Well, one of my dear friends has recently spoken to me about a proposition of inter-school and culture activities. He offered to let those who sign up to come to his school and spend six months there. However, this is a muggle school and you will be part of the marching band since we never really had much of a music department. Their band has a very well-funded program and is very talented. Those who plan to sign up should do so before you leave and will receive a handbook explaining how everything will be going. If there are any questions, feel free to owl me."

He walked away leaving a few people excited and a few irritated for having to waste precious beauty sleep. McGonagall was directing the excited students to a paper that was floating in the air and passing out handbooks. The other students went to their respectful houses and tried to sleep.



The next morning was almost bursting with excitement as students were bustling around making sure they packed everything. Those who were nonchalant about everything were eating breakfast quietly, not adding to the already loud Great Hall. But of course, someone must always break the peaceful silence.

"Why would anybody want to go to a school full of muggles?" Pansy Parkinson voiced.

"Potter and his gang probably," Blaise answered.

"Well, I guess it would be nice for a change to go to a different continent. I've already been to all over Europe," she decided waving around a forkful of eggs.

"I think it's disgusting," Draco spat. "What's worse is they will all be coming back with who knows how many diseases."

"Oh, Drakie you should stop being so pessimistic. The Dark Lord and your father are both dead. Why so much hatred towards them still?" Pansy asked.

"You're the one who asked why anyone would want to do it," he pointed out to his unfortunate girlfriend. I should really get rid of her.

"Yea, but you're worse than I am."

"So, what's your point?"

"…I don't think I have one…"

Oh yea I am definitely ending it.

"Uh huh ok," and continued eating.

The train ride wasn't all that exciting except for one minor detail that might change the rest of the story forever.

"But Drakie I thought you loved me!" sobbed a heartbroken Pansy.

"Shows how much thinking is not good for you," he said boredly.

She shrieked and huffed out of the compartment. Probably went off to find that cow Millicent.

Draco decided to go look for Blaise. Walking down the cramped hallway was a difficult task. Who should he bump into but boy wonder himself.

"Watch it Malfoy."

"Watch yourself Potter."



"Or what? You'll get daddy dearest on me? No wait, he's dead," Harry said nastily Ron showed up behind him ready to defend his friend if need be.

"Oh go to hell Potter. That way you'll finally see your parents," Draco replied just as nicely and tried to shove past the duo.

"Hey Draco, mate!" he heard from behind him. Turning around in mid-shove is not a very smart thing to do, especially when the two who were currently being shoved were already reaching for their wands. Seeing Blaise, Draco stopped and regretted immediately. A wand was shoved from two directions into his sides.

Noticing his friend's captiveness, Blaise drew his wand as well.

"You two are going to re—"

"What is going on here?" the infamous McGonagall lecture voice sounded. "Fighting is not allowed period. You two, let him go. All four of you follow me."

They followed her towards an empty compartment for teachers. When they got there they each tried explaining what happened, but she held her hand up.

"I don't care for the reason. There are no excuses. Now, tell me what your punishment should be. Detention is hardly possible on the train home."

A collective "I don't know," came from four mouths.

"Well, then it looks like you will be attending a different school."

Mouths dropped and started collecting flies.

"You will be going on this foreign exchange program. This may teach you boys that violence is not the answer and to not take advantage of your wands for petty arguments. I hope you know magic is not allowed whatsoever on this trip and will result in expulsion. Now, go back to your compartments and no more fighting," she said handing handbooks to them.

Defeated, they trudged back to their compartments but not without muttering obscene opinions.

Last day of school in Band, Greenbelt High:

"Oh man, Cass, School is finally over!"

This is me, Michelle Annisa Adams. Otherwise known as Chelle.

"I know I'm so excited, but I kind of already miss band camp."



That's Cassandra Marylyn Armendariz. AKA: Cass. AKA: My best friend.

"You're such a band nerd."

"So are you! So don't even start on me."

Yea we're band geeks. You know the "This one time at band camp…" type. I play the saxophone while she plays snare.

"Why do you think Beck wants use to sit in concert order?" I asked. We were currently supposed to be in concert seating. Doesn't normally happen until we're threatened with something; so we were socializing at the moment.

"I don't know. We don't have anything to practice yet; we should be doing nothing."

"Yea…"

At that moment Beck was getting on the podium tapping his baton and whistling. Everyone hurried to their seats and readied to listen.

"I only have a couple things to tell you, then you are free to do whatever."

That's Collin Beckman, also known as Beck, Beckman, or Coach. He's the coolest band director ever. Oh wait he's still talking, I might want to listen.

"This next year we will be having a few guests. Some students will be coming from Hogwarts High School. Their music program is almost nonexistent so we will be having them join our marching band. Don't blame me; this would be your lovely principal's idea. It seems he's buds with their head guy, but hey, who knows? This could be a really great experience and chance to meet new people. They might not be that great, however, so we'll need a couple seniors to help teach them how to play an instrument during freshman camp. If you're interested, come see me now. The rest of you can do what you want…within reason," he said and looked at a few certain people.

"Oh wow that's so cool. We should help teach," I said excitedly to Cass.

"Yea let's go."

After telling Beck we wanted to help we went to our little circle of friends.

"I wonder if any them are hot."

"One can hope so. Where's Hogwarts anyways? Turkey?"

"No," Aaron said, "It's in England I think."

Oh yea, that's my other best friend. Aaron Jacob Rasch. We dated once; it didn't work. He's totally hot though and has half the school drooling at his feet. This includes guys too. Some even turned for him.



"Oh well, there're hot Brits right?"

"Yea, I just can't wait," Cass says," Our social life will double. Er as much as our schedule will allow."

"Um…who's going to the—"

A loud whistle interrupted Aaron. Jeez! Beck still has a need for talking!

"Oh, I might've slightly forgotten to mention this. A few of your parents have been asked to house these new arrivals. Don't be so surprised when you wake up one morning with someone in your guest room or eating at your table. …Just wanted to let you know…please proceed in what you were doing."

Oh that sparked some shock.

"Well…yea…I wonder if anyone will be staying at my place," I said. Everyone seemed to wonder the same exact thing.

"I hope a guy lives with me," Cass is so boy-crazy.

She loves flirt, but hasn't had many boyfriends. Speaking of boyfriends, none of us have one. We prefer inter-band dating, and all the good ones are already taken by other band kids. It sucks with such a small population to choose from, even though we've got about one hundred fifty kids; not to mention the new ones. They should spice things up hopefully.

While being lost in my thoughts, hoping for a compass and map to get out, the bell rings, signaling the end of school.

FOREVER.

No, just kidding. If school was over forever, you would have nothing to read. I guess I could tell you about life at home, but you wouldn't be interested in that. No way. It's too boring.

"WOOOOO!!" goes my peers.

Jeez, what is up with all the retards rejoicing no school?

"YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!" goes Cass. Nevermind. Can't beat 'em, join 'em.

It seems like a race for vehicles. Cass and I are running for our lives.

"Ha! I won!" I dance around triumphantly.

Oh no, no awkward stares there…

When I pull in the driveway to my house with Cass and Aaron in tow, I see mom on the porch talking on the phone.

"On no, that won't be a problem."



There was a problem?

"Yes we have plenty of room. Even enough for two."

Two what? Puppies?

"Ok, you're welcome. We'll see them when they get here."

Them? What?!

"Heyyy…mom…"

"Oh, hey sweetie and co."

"Um, what cha doin'?"

"Oh, that was the headmaster from that foreign school. We're having two people stay with us."

"Oh, ok. Who are they?"

"Two boys, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. It seems they got in trouble so they have to do that little program thing."

"Ohhh, so we're a prison for wanted fugitives. Gotcha." I said and ran upstairs with my friends.

"Chelle, I am sooo jealous of you!!" squealed Cass.

"Oh, yea, too bad you share a bathroom with the guest bedroom," pointed out Aaron.

"Eh, I don't really care all that much. That could be a conversation starter."

I put my stuff in a corner and plopped my happy butt in a beanbag. So two guys staying with me huh? How lucky can a girl get? Especially with only a bathroom between our rooms. Oh this will be fun.

"Let's have a sleepover," I suggested out of the blue. We used to do this when we were kids and have missed a few years.

"Sounds fun. Maybe we'll get to meet the new guys." Only Cass would say something like that.

Aaron, however, looked a little green. I mean who doesn't want to stay over with two insanely giggly girls who will be talking about the new male houseguests?

Evidently Aaron.