Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter. All of that credit goes to Ms. Rowling... duh! The plot, however, is MINE!! :)
The mail had come. Owls of every size, shape, and breed imaginable swarmed and swooped through the air beneath the high ceiling. Hermione snatched up her glass of iced pumpkin juice before any falling parcels or letters could find their way into it. She had learned from experience that the owls did not aim well enough to avoid student's breakfast ensembles, and did not feel particularly inclined to let her robes become soiled with sticky, spilt pumpkin juice. Something landed with a sloshy plop square in Ron's porridge bowl. Hermione glanced across the table and saw a mush-covered and thoroughly annoyed Ron pluck a dripping letter-carrying Pigwidgen from his fodder. Ew, gross! It just figures, he grumbled, gloomily trying to decipher the sodden letter, while Ginny cleaned Pigwidgen.
Hermione smirked into her juice, trying to conceal her mirth from her slightly combustuable friend. A dropped on her head, and landed onto the stone floor at her side. Rubbing her offended scalp, she reached down, picking up a manilla-esq envelope. She frowned as she studied its exterior. The handwriting was not familiar. Shrugging, she ripped it open, exposing a creamy white parchment which read:
Dear Ms. Granger:
Congratulations! We are pleased to announce your acceptance into the Wizarding Studies Exchange Program. You have been selected to study abroad at the Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry....
She grinned, reading on. What is it? Harry peered over her shoulder, and read. Wow! Way to go, Hermione. Are going to accept? She smiled up at him. What do you think?This will be the perfect opportunity for me to experience both the wizarding and muggle life in a different society. She pushed back her chair, and made her way to where Professor McGonigal was seated at the high table. She had almost reached the table when something colided with her shoulder. She turned, looking to see what was going on. Draco Malfoy brushed past. Watch yourself, Granger. Hermione glared at him, tossed back her hair, and marched onward, nose in the air.
Sorry so short....the next chapter will be longer! This is my first HP fanfic, so give it a chance! I didn't get to edit this, so it has some mistakes (thanks to brain-warping english finals...). Please review, tell me what you think!
