****DISCLAIMER: I do not own any MBAV related characters or plots or any Harry Potter characters that will be used/mentioned in this fan fiction.. This goes for every chapter. Thank you for reading my first ever fan fiction! (Sorry it's kinda short!)*****

Nadia was on a plane. Not because she was on a vacation. That would be nice, but it wasn't true. She was moving. Her mom had made a lot of money selling novels. That was good, but why did they have to move?

Nadia's mother was an author and vice principal. Or assistant principal. Whatever you'd like to call it. Nadia could feel her excitement burning inside of her. And also a slight annoyance. Once again, it still wasn't clear why they had to move.

There was a ding, and Nadia flinched. It was just the intercom, announcing that the plane was landing...

Nadia woke up in her new room. Today was the day she would start high school in Whitechapel, which was the town she lived in now. Whitechapel, Ontario. Ontario, Canada. She showered, put on her clothes, then her favorite pair of earrings. She was very nervous and excited.

"Nadia, let's go!" called her mom from the car as Nadia left the house, a waffle in one hand. She got in the car, furiously trying to untangle her dirty blonde hair. She managed to succeed, somehow.

Nadia arrived at the school's front office, along with her mother.

"Bye, honey," said Mom, kissing the top of Nadia's head. "I need to talk with Principal Hicks."

"'Kay." She went to the front desk. "Uh, hi, I'm here to pick up my schedule?"

"Name?" asked the lady.

"Nadia Hall."

"Oh-kay," huffed the lady, who searched through some papers and took out the schedule.

"Thanks," Nadia told her, taking the schedule. She left to class.

The day went by very slow for Nadia, it felt like seconds were minutes, and minutes were hours. She had to introduce herself in every class, which made her blush a lot, because stupid, idiotic Nadia always got herself embarrassed somehow. After about an eternity, the bell rung and it was time to leave. She hurried through the hallways, itching to get home and maybe clean up her room a little more after homework. Finally, she exited the building and began the walk back home.

I'm glad I didn't agree to run errands with my mom, Nadia thought as she continued down the sidewalk She always takes forever with groceries… She sighed.

The teenage girl finally made it home. Nadia flopped onto the couch as soon as she opened the door. This was a stupid thing to do, especially considering the fact that she had gotten comfortable, and didn't close the door.

"Eh, who cares," she said aloud. She opened her bag, which was right by her feet, in between her legs, and pulled out her Calculus folder. She opened it, and took out a sheet that she was to complete by the next day. Nadia was about halfway finished through the paper, when her mother walked through the front door.

"Hi, mom."

"Hi, honey. How was school?"

"Good."

"You'd never believe who I met at the store!"

"Bet I could."

Her mom sighed then said, "It's my old friend from high school!"

"Told you so." She ignored this.

"She's invited us to dinner, tonight. You know, I think she has a son your age…"

"Okay. So when exactly are we going?"

"Probably a few hours from now," Mom replied, "But you should finish your homework first." To Nadia's great displeasure, her mom ruffled her hair ("Hey!"), then left to the kitchen. Nadia resumed her work, humming silently.

A few hours later, Nadia and her mother made their way out the front door. She reached the car, but her mom said, "We're walking."

"How far?" She questioned.

"Does it really matter? Okay, fine, only a couple houses down." After only five minutes, they arrived at the house. Nadia adjusted the strap on her bag, feeling uncomfortable. Her mom knocked on the door. A woman with ashy blonde hair opened it.

"Hi, Charlotte!" she said, looking at Nadia's mother. "Come in, you two! I'm Samantha," she told her.

"Hi," Nadia mumbled shyly. Samantha lead them to a dining table, in the kitchen. There were two boys whispering to each other at the table.

"That's my son-" she motioned to the darker haired of the two. "- and his friend." Nadia sat down.

There was an awkward silence but the one of the guys said, "Hey, I'm Benny, also known as the man of your dreams." Nadia stared. What the heck just happened? she thought.

"More like in your dreams, Benny. Haven't you already used that one already, anyways?" the other, darker haired, one said, rolling his eyes.

"No! Well, yeah… But that was Rory's fault!"

"Since when?"

"After that girl walked away he did that stupid 'Vampire Ninja' thing again!"

"Sooo I'm Nadia, thanks for asking," she interrupted.

"Oh, sorry. My name's Ethan."

Samantha's husband served the food, reminding everyone that he cooked it all by himself. And apparently that was a bad thing because no one but himself touched the food.

"You know what? I'm not really hungry…" Ethan said getting up.

"Are you sure? You haven't even eaten," said his dad, concerned.

"Er- I'm not hungry either," said Benny, copying Ethan. The dad shrugged and kept eating his food. Samantha looked at the boys with understanding, then told them, "Why don't you go upstairs to Ethan's room?"

"I'll go, too," Nadia said quickly. The stuff on her plate looked like it moved. She followed Ethan and Benny upstairs, into Ethan's room. Something caught her attention. A leather bound book, on Ethan's desk. It reminded her of… no, it couldn't be… She reached out, curious. People didn't sell books made of that material often.

"Hey-" Ethan pushed Nadia's extended arm away from the book. For a fraction of a second his eyes seemed to fog up.

"Is it okay if I could talk to Benny? Privately?" He asked a little shakily. These people were weird.

Ethan walked out of the room with Benny. He closed the door. Nadia, however, was not going to let a door prevent her from getting to the bottom of this.

She crept towards the door and pressed her ear against it.

"Had a vision?"

"Yeah, this new girl's-"

"Really cute?"

"Benny!"

"Okay, okay."

"Nadia's a... witch."