Disclaimer: I'm not JKR, peeps.
I placed my hairbrush slowly in my suitcase. I was moving to England for a year, transferring schools and going to Hogwarts rather than Ilvermorny for my fourth year of school. My sister went to Mahoutokoro, the wizarding school in Japan, through the same program which is also where my dad wanted me to go, but I prefer Hogwarts. I was going to miss my family and friends, but I was more worried about my anxiety.
But I guess I should explain who I am. I am a 14-year-old American witch named Eileen Holcombe. My parents are both No-Maj-Born so we tend to know more about No-Maj stuff than others. I have an older sister and I live in the Midwest U.S. I go to the American school of witchcraft and wizardry, Ilvermorny, where I am a Horned Serpent, but this story isn't about that. This is the story of when I was British for a year.
I dug through my drawers and closet finding every little item I might need in my venture to Hogwarts as my new kitten, Misty, named for her silver tabby fur, sleeps on my pillow. As I pulled out jeans and shirts and skirts and everything else I was going to need for the year, I ran through my mental list. Pants, check. Skirts, check. Shirts, check. Robes, check. Underwear, check. God, that would be so embarrassing if I had to borrow underwear. I shuddered. Woger, check. I kissed my teddy bear's head as I shoved him in my backpack.
I picked up my phone as it dinged. My cousin. "Yo dudebro," she sent. It's a running joke, you see. We were trying to be like weird boys, so she said "yo dude" and I combined it with "bro" to make "dudebro". I dropped my phone on my bed and went back to trying to zip my suitcase.
"Need help?" I looked up at the sound of my sister's voice.
"No, I've got it," I said, finally getting the zipper closed.
"Are you nervous?" Amelia asked.
"Duh," I rolled my eyes.
"You'll be fine."
"I know. I hope," I muttered quietly.
"Ohhh, my little sissy's all grown up!" she teased, a sparkle in her hazel eyes. They were the same color as mine and my dad's. I swatted my sister away.
"I'm gonna go say bye to MK," I said. Amelia made a face and left the room. I followed her, dashing through the house looking for my old cat. I located her sleeping in the sun and picked her up, snuggling into her fur.
"I'm gonna miss you, Mama Kitty." She purred into my arms and I waved her stinky breath away. "Though I'm not gonna miss that." I gave her one last squeeze and went back to my room, changing into comfy jeans and a deep purple T-shirt for my floo journey to the MACUSA. From the International Travel Department there, I was going to floo to the Department of Magical Cooperation in the Ministry of Magic. There, the family I would be staying with for the holidays was going to pick me up.
I extracted the folder of letters and forms from underneath my backpack and opened it. Hermione, Ron, Rose, and Hugo Weasley. That was the family I was staying with. We had sent lots of letters to each other over the course of the past couple of months and I already liked them. Apparently, they had a huge extended family that was super close. It must be nice to have so many people that you were close to. I'd always been sort of a loner. I had friends, sure, but there was no one that I could tell everything to other than my cousin, but she lived on the west coast (not to mention she's a No-Maj). Magical transportation made life easier, but the MACUSA was very uptight about magic usage near muggles, aka, everywhere that isn't your private home or a magical town.
"Okay, are you packed?" my mom asked, walking into the room.
"Yeah," I said. "I'm nervous, though."
"You'll have so much fun. I wish we had these types of opportunities in my time," she replied. I smiled and she enveloped me in a hug. "Here, let me put your hair up so that it doesn't get in the way of the floo." Mom grabbed a hair tie and wound it around my dirty blonde hair, binding it into a ponytail. I grumbled.
"It's fine!" I swatted her hand away but left the ponytail in.
"Ready?" my dad asked, entering the room.
"Ready as I'll ever be!" I said.
"Okay, we're all going to take you to the MACUSA and then say bye to you," Mom said. I nodded and grabbed my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder and righting my suitcase. I picked up Misty and held her close. She snuggled her floofness under my chin and I smiled, clearing my head of toxic thoughts.
"Let's go."
A/N: So, I hope you all like it! This is an idea I've had for a while, so I hope it isn't too overused or anything. Anyway, please review!
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