Jennifer's Point of View

We got on the plane at DFW airport after much hugging and yelling and crabbing (mostly on Grandma's part) from our giant entourage (otherwise known as our family).We were currently sitting in our seats in the middle of the plane, nearly to England. We were going to land in London and meet our contact, some lady named Professor McGonagall, and take a train to the school. I turned to my cousin. "Hey Marn? Are we there yet?"

"No, Jennifer, we aren't there yet. Just like the last time you asked, and the time before, and the time before that, and all the other times you've asked. Now shut up and watch your freaking movie."

"But I'm bored. And I've seen this one. Twice. And my entertainment sources died."

"Yeah, died from looking at your face."

"At least I'm not a gnome."

"Shut up."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"No."

"How about…"

"We are now beginning our final descent. Please fasten your seatbelts and put your seats and trays in their upright positions," said the flight attendant.

"Someone must love me," said Marn.

"Jesus loves the little children. All the children of the world," I sing-songed.

"Shut up, Jennifer."

I snorted.

Yeah, most of our conversations are pretty stupid and mostly involve us insulting someone (mainly each other). Don't worry; we're intelligent the rest of the time...mostly. We do make quite an odd pair, though- we look like polar opposites, but have the same dark brown eyes. Pretty much the only thing we have in common. (Appearance-wise, anyway).

Marnie's Point of View

Approximately an hour later, we had our suitcases in hand and were lined up (as much as two people could be, anyway) near the baggage claim carousel. I assume we looked pretty silly. I, being a fifteen-year old girl, stand only 5'2". Jenn, at the age of 13, is almost 5'7". This does wonders for my self-esteem. Not to mention that she has gorgeous, waist-length, wavy black hair. Mine, on the other hand, is uncontrollably curly and frizzy, in a sort of darker Carrot-Top reddish brown fro like thing. Icky.

An old woman wearing what amounted to lots of old bathrobes and a pointy hat walked over to us calmly. "Oh God. The crazy lady's coming this way, Marn! Quick, where can we hide?" Jenn said. The woman stopped in front of us. "You must be the Foster girls," she said in a clipped, formal tone.

"Yes," I said. "I'm Marnie and this is Jennifer."

"I see. You may call me Professor McGonagall."

"Come this way" said the Professor. She exited the building and walked to the subway station. We got in "the tube" as they call it, and took it to King's Cross station.

Approximately an hour later

We arrived at King's Cross station, and walked to the column between "platforms" 9 and 10 (we call them gates) and stopped in front of it. I leaned into Jennifer. "She does know that's a brick wall, right?"

"I certainly hope so."

The Professor turned to us. "Go ahead, girls."

"Go ahead where?" Jennifer questioned.

"Why, through the barrier, of course! It was all covered in the introduction manual. I owled it to you a month ago."

"Owl? As in the bird? Or some strange British form of mail?" I asked.

"Oh, dear. I knew this would be a problem."

"Not to sound rude, but could you explain? We're totally lost here," said Jenn.

And so that was how we found out that we were witches, and that we had been raised as muggles. Long story short, we got to the school and were totally surprised. It wasn't a school. It was a friggin' castle.