"Well, here we are." my dad said as our plane started it's descend into merry old London England. I looked out the window, down at the cold, gray landscape that was soon to become my new home. This place would never be my home. My heart would always belong to the crowded city streets of Manhattan.
"I can't believe this shit." my twin brother Aaron said. "I never wanted to come here." I felt the same way he did. My dad was an important American ambassador for the Ministry of Magic. We were living happily and just fine right where we were, attending The New York School of the Magical Arts, performing in a little cover band called 'Robotic Orgasm' for the local underground scene and hanging with our best friends all day, every day. Until Dad got the call that ruined our lives and took everything we loved away from us. Now my brother and I will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My dad nudged me, trying to get my attention from the window. I sighed and took off my headphones, giving him a 'What the fuck?' look. He noticed it and didn't let it slide.
"Little girl, you better wipe that look off of your face before I do it for you." He threatened under his breath. I sighed and looked at him, with a much less insulting look. "Now, I won't be able to take you and Aaron to platform 9 ¾ but,"
"Wait, what in the flying fuck is Platform 9 ¾?" My brother interrupted, causing the flight attendant that was making her rounds, look at him with a very lost and confused look. 'Oh shit' I thought. 'Muggle alert.' I smiled politely at her and she smiled back, asking if we needed anything. I said we didn't and she looked back at Aaron, who gave her a flirtatious smile and wink. I saw her reaction: the typical flushed cheeks spaced out look and weak knees. I laughed to myself. My brother always had a way with the ladies. I nudged Aaron after she passed, he was looking at her butt, and he gave me a smug nod and turned his attention back to my dad. He lowered his voice and leaned in closer to us.
"Platform 9 ¾ is the barrier at Kings Cross Station that leads to the wizarding world. It has the scarlet train which will take you to Hogwarts."
"We're going on a train? Why aren't you dropping us off?" I asked. I really didn't want to be wandering around London like lost little puppy dogs.
"I have to report to work as soon as we land, otherwise I would, ninos, you know that." I sighed, looking back out the window, the discussion officially over to me.
"Wait," Aaron said, after opening his bag of complimentary peanuts. "What about our school books and shit? I'm sure this school has a slightly different curriculum than Manhattan."
"Oh don't worry about that. The headmaster of the school offered to pay for all your school supplies this semester. They're already at the school waiting for you. Wasn't that nice of him?" He reopened his newspaper and sat back comfortably in his seat and gave me a smile. The smile pissed me off. It was like moving here was all ok, when it was most certainly not.
"You know what, Dad?" I turned to him and grabbed that stupid newspaper out of his hands, ignoring the shocked looks I got from Aaron and my dad. "I don't think I want to go to this new school. Aaron and I had a perfectly good life back home. Our band was on the verge of a big break, we just started working on our own songs. We got nominated for a real fucking tour!" I was getting loud, but I didn't care. I needed to rant. "We were going to perform our first real non cover show, for The 'Take My Gun and Shoot Your Boyfriend' tour, but instead of leaving us right where we were, you decide to uproot us and bring us over to this stupid gray lifeless country! Do you know how far away I am from a single hot fine ass boy?! I never wanted this, Dad. You had no right. No right at all!" I stared at my dad and all of a sudden, he smacked my arm, hard. "Ow! What the hell was that for?" I looked over at my brother who just gave me his 'Shut up already!' look, as he rubbed the spot on his arm.
"You need to shut up and stop being so dramatic, Nicholasa!" My dad used my Spanish name, so I knew that I really needed to shut up. I didn't want to but I did. I growled and leaned back roughly, not wanting to look my dad in the eye right now. "Look kids, I'm so sorry about this. I know your band was getting big, too big for the underground if you ask me, and I know you're going to miss Gordon, Adrian, Tyler, Bruce and all them hoodlums, scumbags and low life's," This got a small chuckle from Aaron and I. "but I had no choice. This is my job. There's a really big problem going on and they need the extra help, even from overseas. Besides, it's not like you're going to be by yourself. You have your brother, of course, and did you forget about your cousin? Veronica is going to be there. Remember how sad you were when she transferred?" I smiled a little at this. I did miss my cousin. We were always close growing up, even if she was a few years older than me.
"Yea, you're right about that. I do miss her. It's just; it's a whole different country. I mean, I know it's not like I have to learn a completely new language to get around, but still, it's different. It's not home. Besides, I'm already labeled weird in America, even amongst the weirdos I get strange looks. I don't need to be weird in England, either, where there are a lot more weirdos."
"You're not weird, mi hija." My dad said, just as the plane touched down. "Your, umm, well let's see. I'd say you were, hmm." I looked at my dad, with raised eyebrows. He chuckled nervously and nudged my brother in the side, causing both of us to jump. "Hey, Aaron, mind giving me a hand here, she's giving me her murderous look." My dad asked.
"Haha, sorry old man," My brother laughed as he put his headphones, magazine and iPod into his Yu-Gi-Oh backpack. "You fell into the hole; you got to climb out yourself." My dad just smiled at me and took my hand.
"You are an extraordinary witch, my daughter. Hogwarts would be very lucky to have you." I smiled at my dad and gave him a big hug. "That goes for you too, Aaron." I laughed as my dad ruffled Aaron's long black and blue streaked hair. "Well, let us be off this miserable plane. You don't want to miss your train." I sighed and stood up, slinging my Pokémon backpack over my shoulders. I followed my brother and father out of the plane, into the crowded airport then out onto a double Decker bus that was going to take us to the station, and our new school. From point A to point B, just as I expected, I got stares and looks from all sorts of these England bastards. I guess it's not every day you see a rock star with bright purple scene hair with black tips, snake bites and other piercings, and an extensive collection of tattoos, accompanied by her rock star twin brother, with his own collections of tattoos and piercings, with shaggy blue and black mop of hair. Not to mention my pops: this dude looked like he belonged in a 1940s mobster movie. I could just see us now, as out of place as a priest at a death metal show, people staring at us like we're a bunch of dumb shits. Well, the way I see it is, if a shit storm is going your way, remember to hunker down and carry a lot of air freshener. London, I give you Nikkie Rael Draven, badass rock star and as of today, newest Hogwarts student.
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Ohhemmgee! Chapter one! The Americans have landed in London! Keep an eye out for the next chapter, and don't be shy to send me feedback!
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