Author's Note: I own nothing. Nada. If I did, would I be here? No, I'd be busy publishing the Tales of Beetle the Bard! Also, if you don't recognize the character, chances are they're based on a real person, because this fic. just started out as a "what would happen if we all went to Hogwarts?" type of thing written by a friend. So be kind, please.
Summer vacation: a source of pleasure, absentmindedness, and baking in the sun like a loaf of zucchini bread until you're blacker than a Mexican. My favorite time of the school year; well, at least, it was.
This summer, when most girls my age are clad in skanky bikinis and trying to get dates with the lifeguard at the local home made beach (take one inland lake, sprinkle the edge with a few bags of store-bought sand, place in the sun at about 90ºF and instant beach!), I will be inside, wrapping all my belongings in bubble wrap, stuffing them into cardboard boxes and studying. Woopie.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Elizabeth Goldman (more commonly known as Bethany). I am a half-blood witch, and a pure-blood American. My family and I live in Detroit, Michigan. My father is my bumbling Muggle half who prefers our house to contain as little magic as possible. He works for Chevrolet and was recently offered a job in London.
For three years I have attended Lake Superior School of Magic. Our lovely campus consists of an old college stuck in a bubble and tacked to the arctic bottom of Lake Superior. Our classrooms are old, and constantly shower us with plaster ceiling tiles. Our buildings are rotting, cold, dark, and unnaturally damp, but come on; the school is at the bottom of a lake!
About three weeks ago, after two and a half hours of expelling my stomach contents over the side of a fairy boat, my mother and father told me that we were moving. Apparently they hadn't expected such a negative reaction from me, because they had gone out and found a house while I was at school. Obviously not delighted by my response to this news, they struck up a deal with me: if we didn't sell our house by the end of the summer then I would go back to LSSM. Two days later a young couple came to look at our house. Another three months passed and they were the proud new owners, happily destroying my life in the transaction.