A/N- This is very similar to another story I had posted up here.but it's a
little different. This one.will actually be finished. WHOO!! Enjoy and
review!
DISCLAIMER- I own nothing.well, maybe the plot, and Caroline Gladwell. Wait, let me put it this way, anything you do not recognize, is mine..all mine!! **laughs evilly until some reader pokes her through the computer screen** Sorry there.went a little overboard. ON WITH THE STORY!
CHAPTER 1 (PROLOGUE)
I sighed as I looked out of the train window. Although the English countryside looked peaceful, nothing could calm the sadness amounting in me. Yet here I, Caroline Gladwell, was, being carted off to some school that I had never been to before, for reasons that only my parents know.
My family comes from Boston, Massachusetts, and that's where my family stays. That is, everyone except me. I began the year at the Salem Institute of Magic, or SIM, as fifth year. But not even two weeks into the year, I received a letter from home saying that I was to go to Hogwarts. I was devastated. My parents wouldn't even tell myself why I had to go, although I assume that they have their reasons. They always do. Of course I pleaded, and asked them why they were making me go. But here I am, on a train, in the middle of the English countryside, with no one to keep me company.
My parents said that they would tell me, one day, why I was being forced to go to Hogwarts. But I knew better than to prod them on, because then I would only have to wait longer.
All I knew about this school was that their term started September 1, and it was now October 3. I was to be in fifth year, as I was in SIM, and I was to take the same classes. But that is all I knew. Normally I am calm under pressure, but then again, I had never been under this type of pressure before.
I had so much going for me at SIM, and it kills me that I was forced to end it so soon. I was known all over school as being smart, sarcastic, and funny. True, I'm not a knock-out, but I guess I do have some things going for me in the looks department. I'm tall, with brown hair. My eyes are green, but they seem to change to blue occasionally. My favorite subject is Potions, it seems like cooking to me. I come from a prestigious family, and my father, Douglas Gladwell, is a well-known Auror. My mother, Marie Gladwell, stays at home, taking care of our house, and my two twin sisters, Jordan and Amanda, who are not old enough to go to SIM yet. I have an older sister, Melanie, who is 19, and is now attending the Windsor College of Magic, in New York City. My brother Sam, who is 25, is on his way up in the American Ministry of Magic. I guess you could say I have some pretty high expectations to live up to.
As the train got closer and closer to Hogwarts, my heart beat progressively faster. I became nervous, telling myself not to goof up, as I wanted to make a good impression. My parents had told me before I left that I would be fine, yet I couldn't help but feel terrible. I had never done this before.switch schools. SIM was all I knew, and if someone told me at the start of the year that I would be going to some school in England for the remainder of my life, until I was eighteen, I would have laughed in their face. But there is nothing I can do about it now.
This is my story, my adventure, and I hope you enjoy it.
EEEEEEEPS!! Is it just me, or was that TERRIBLE?? Oh well, just review!! I promise that the next chapters will be longer.this is just a prologue!! No worries friend, no worries. REVIEW!!
DISCLAIMER- I own nothing.well, maybe the plot, and Caroline Gladwell. Wait, let me put it this way, anything you do not recognize, is mine..all mine!! **laughs evilly until some reader pokes her through the computer screen** Sorry there.went a little overboard. ON WITH THE STORY!
CHAPTER 1 (PROLOGUE)
I sighed as I looked out of the train window. Although the English countryside looked peaceful, nothing could calm the sadness amounting in me. Yet here I, Caroline Gladwell, was, being carted off to some school that I had never been to before, for reasons that only my parents know.
My family comes from Boston, Massachusetts, and that's where my family stays. That is, everyone except me. I began the year at the Salem Institute of Magic, or SIM, as fifth year. But not even two weeks into the year, I received a letter from home saying that I was to go to Hogwarts. I was devastated. My parents wouldn't even tell myself why I had to go, although I assume that they have their reasons. They always do. Of course I pleaded, and asked them why they were making me go. But here I am, on a train, in the middle of the English countryside, with no one to keep me company.
My parents said that they would tell me, one day, why I was being forced to go to Hogwarts. But I knew better than to prod them on, because then I would only have to wait longer.
All I knew about this school was that their term started September 1, and it was now October 3. I was to be in fifth year, as I was in SIM, and I was to take the same classes. But that is all I knew. Normally I am calm under pressure, but then again, I had never been under this type of pressure before.
I had so much going for me at SIM, and it kills me that I was forced to end it so soon. I was known all over school as being smart, sarcastic, and funny. True, I'm not a knock-out, but I guess I do have some things going for me in the looks department. I'm tall, with brown hair. My eyes are green, but they seem to change to blue occasionally. My favorite subject is Potions, it seems like cooking to me. I come from a prestigious family, and my father, Douglas Gladwell, is a well-known Auror. My mother, Marie Gladwell, stays at home, taking care of our house, and my two twin sisters, Jordan and Amanda, who are not old enough to go to SIM yet. I have an older sister, Melanie, who is 19, and is now attending the Windsor College of Magic, in New York City. My brother Sam, who is 25, is on his way up in the American Ministry of Magic. I guess you could say I have some pretty high expectations to live up to.
As the train got closer and closer to Hogwarts, my heart beat progressively faster. I became nervous, telling myself not to goof up, as I wanted to make a good impression. My parents had told me before I left that I would be fine, yet I couldn't help but feel terrible. I had never done this before.switch schools. SIM was all I knew, and if someone told me at the start of the year that I would be going to some school in England for the remainder of my life, until I was eighteen, I would have laughed in their face. But there is nothing I can do about it now.
This is my story, my adventure, and I hope you enjoy it.
EEEEEEEPS!! Is it just me, or was that TERRIBLE?? Oh well, just review!! I promise that the next chapters will be longer.this is just a prologue!! No worries friend, no worries. REVIEW!!