Prologue
If she was being one hundred percent honest, which she rarely was, Elizabeth was not excited about leaving her home. Well, not home exactly. When Elizabeth found out she was a witch and would soon begin her lessons at the Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry she was ecstatic. Who wouldn't be in her situation. So, it was with anticipation that she began her teachings at a school that she felt she wholly belonged at. The only problem that remained was her trouble making. Of course the Headmaster was at a loss of what to do with the quick witted and feisty first year, but he reasoned that she would grow out of it sooner or later. Unfortunately for him it was much later.
It took the poor fool 6 years to realize that Elizabeth could only drag trouble along with her. Something had to be done. So with a light heart, one of which he would never tell anyone, the Headmaster contacted the only Wizard he knew that could handle a witch such as Elizabeth. And within a week the witch was off his hands, hopefully for good.
In Elizabeth's eyes, the Headmaster of Hogwarts was much more clever than her previous one. Upon meeting him, she knew she had to keep her shit together. Though she was quite a good trickster. It was during summer break when she had met him, finally understanding the results of her tomfoolery. Elizabeth would be sent away from her friends, foes, and the only home she had ever come to love. She would be sent all the way across the world to a place she had never seen with people she could barely understand.
Chapter One: A Good Witch
Elizabeth leaned against the cool window frame with her chin leaning out against the wind that emitted around the fast moving train. It was tricky opening the window without magic, but she knew that here the rules were different and toeing the line would create more trouble than she was already in. She sat alone in a compartment, to her relief, with her backpack strewn across the opposite seat and a cigarette balancing tentatively between her fingers. The smoke wisped around her and then out of the open window, the scent of sweet nicotine lingering before following the plumes. Was she suppose to smoke here? Probably not, would some half-bit anal good-doer waltz in and tell her so? Probably very soon.
Elizabeth took another drag, allowing her mind to wander from the events at hand to her past life as a witch in the United States. She was going to miss her friends, the ones that would sneak out at night with her, terrorize the non magical folk, drink, and then wake up in the morning barely sober to trudge to class. Anne had actually started crying when she had told her, Tyler had simply grumbled that it wasn't fair. She would miss Abbie most of all though, her partner in crime, one that she couldn't deny she loved. Elizabeth shrugged it off, trying to push Abbie's solemn face out of her mind along with the last few minutes they had together. Luckily, an outside source did what she couldn't.
The compartment door slammed open, making Elizabeth jump slightly before composing herself. Turning, she gave the intruder her most sugary sweet smile. The person that stood before her was a tall undoubtably 7th year with pallid skin and a shock of white blond hair falling around his temples. He wore his school uniform and a shiny button pinned right on his chest, it read Head Boy.
"Can I help you?" Elizabeth inquired continuing her smile as she flicked the ash from her still smoking cigarette. The boy hesitated, probably noting her accent and taunting eyes despite her sweetness.
"There is no smoking on the Hogwarts train" the boy finally responded snidely, "Despite what they do in American, you can't do that here." He had a way of raising his chin as he talked, making him seem superior to anyone else. She already liked him.
"Oh, really no smoking?!" Elizabeth took another drag slowly, looking him in the eyes defiantly, before blowing it out at him "There is no smoking in American trains either." His reaction was priceless, his beautiful face scrunched as if he had just eaten a sour candy. She smirked at his reaction then flicked the remaining cigarette, mostly just filter now, out the window. He seemed indecisive before he turned abruptly, slamming the compartment door behind him. The last glance she got of him was murder in his eyes, and she loved it.
She had originally intended on being a good witch this time around. She knew Dumbledore was not one to mess with. But seeing this "Head boy's" reaction was too satisfying, perhaps she could be a little naughty.