"Promise me that you will be a good girl … and write…even if everything seems trivial," a tall blonde-haired woman sniffed as she hugged her daughter good-bye.

"I promise. Now please get a hold of yourself mom!" Roxie sighed; by the way her mother was acting you would think that it was her first year going away to school. The scarlet train issued out a whistle accompanied by a hiss of steam. Roxie climbed onto the train, found an empty carriage, stowed away her trunk, and then waved out the window. Once her mother was out of sight, Roxie sank into her seat. Another year of school. Same old, same old. She thought to herself. But it wasn't the same, in fact it couldn't have been more different. Although she was in her sixth year, Roxie was starting a new school, Hogwarts. Roxie was to be under the teachings of Headmaster Dumbledore. In her mind she might as well be going nowhere. Roxie heaved another large sigh, as she recalled the events that led up to her entrance into a strange school.

Roxie was looking forward to starting her sixth year at Abbotsville Academy of Magic. She was sure that this year would be the best yet. She was a shoe in for Quidditch captain of her house, she had great friends that would join her on her Quidditch team, and she had a surprise for everyone. Over the summer she had been working on getting toned and looking her best. Her hair had gone from a short, choppy blonde to a long, flowing brown. Her wardrobe had been updated from last years clothes to clothes that she felt sure would get her noticed. In fact the only thing that she hadn't changed about her appearance was her startling blue eyes, the color of blue skies on a sunny day.

"Roxie you look stunning," her friends had fawned when she had at last revealed the new her to them. "I bet a certain someone will notice you now!" her friend, Diane had squealed.

Truth be told there was no someone. Her friends had noticed a change in her over the summer, she had become more distant. Of course they assumed that it was lovesickness, and Roxie didn't bother to correct them. She didn't think that they would take her news very well.

"Good because that is exactly why I did it," Roxie lied through her teeth.

"Roxie would you mind joining me in the kitchen for a moment please," her mother's voice floated dreamily up the stairs.

"We'll see you soon!" her friends exclaimed as they all enveloped her in hugs and then retreated to the fireplace. With a burst of green flames, the girls were gone. Roxie raced down the stairs two at a time. When she arrived at the kitchen she came to a screeching halt. Her mother was not alone in the kitchen. Her workaholic father stood with his hand rested on her mother's shoulder.

"What are you doing home?" Roxie questioned, hoping that she didn't sound too rude. Her father was never home at this time of day, in fact her father was hardly ever home at any time of day. Usually, he did not return home until well past midnight and was gone before four in the morning.

"Your mother and I have some good news for you and we thought that we should tell you together," her father smiled. Roxie grew anxious and worried, what kind of news required them both to be here? Was someone she loved dead? No it couldn't be, an exchange had been made! But he could have broken the agreement...no! Her father would not be smiling at death. Roxie stood and waited for her father to speak. "I got a job offer in England. We will be moving there before the week is over!"

"But...but," Roxie stammered, "What about my school, my friends, Quidditch?!?!!"

"You will be transferring to a lovely school called Hogwarts where I am sure you will make new friends. As for Quidditch, I am sure that they have teams there and if not, life will go on," her mother informed her. Roxie's mother had not quite grasped how important Quidditch was.

"Well send me a post card when you get there because I am not going!" Roxie fumed. She stomped up the stairs trying to distance herself from her parents.

"That went well I believe," her father chuckled down in the kitchen. "Now I better get back to work, I have a lot to do before I transfer."

"I'll talk to her. I'm sure everything will work out, don't you worry about anything," Roxie's mother cheerily said before kissing her husband.

"I know you have it all under control dear, but sometimes I worry about her. I'm not sure if she's ready for it yet. I myself wasn't ready until I was at least twenty!"

"I'm sure she's ready to move! But she's a teenage girl, so it's her job to be over dramatic," Roxie's mother sighed exasperatedly.

"I wasn't talking about moving." He raised one eyebrow, and his wife nodded. She understood completely. He whipped around and with a POP he was gone, leaving his wife alone in the kitchen. She sat down on a chair and buried her face in her hands. She too was worried that her daughter wasn't ready for it. Roxie sat on the stairs listening to her mother's sobs issuing from the kitchen. She was ready and she knew it! She would show them.

Once in her room, Roxie pulled out her wand. She muttered an incantation and what appeared to be a man's head appeared in her fireplace. "I'm ready. I am going to Hogwarts. I can complete the task now; it will be easy for me once I am within the school." The head nodded curtly and then disappeared. Roxie slowly made her way across the room. "Accio boxes!" she boomed. Cardboard boxes appeared on her bed, she might as well accept the fact that she would be moving. To seal this sudden acceptance she shouted, "Sarcina!" and all of her things appeared in the boxes. She sank down onto her bed and looked around at her empty bedroom. Minutes later, she was asleep, her wand still clutched in her hand.

The next day Roxie, her mother, and her father packed the whole house up. There were shouts of "Sarcina!" from every room. All of the boxes were levitated into the kitchen, where an old can was sitting on the now bare floor. With a wave of her father's wand the boxes vanished. Roxie and her parents crowded around the can, all of them touching one finger to it. With one last look around her beloved home, Roxie felt a tug around the area of her navel. She closed her eyes and waited for the fall.

As soon as she felt herself hit the ground, Roxie snapped her eyes open. She was on the ground in the middle of the kitchen of a humungous house. The only things in this house were the piles of boxes in the kitchen. Her father mumbled something and waved his wand. The kitchen started to arrange itself exactly as it had been in the old house, scrapes and bangs from around the house told the family that other rooms were doing the same thing. "Welcome to our new home!" Roxie's mother squealed with delight. Roxie stormed upstairs, flinging doors open until at last she found the one with her stuff in it. She flung herself onto her bed and finally let the tears flow. She knew that this was only the beginning. She knew that she would be starting a new school tomorrow. She knew that although she had told everyone that she could do it, her task would be difficult. That was the one thing that she did not know, how was she to go about completing this task? It had been made clear to her that there would be consequences should she fail to complete it, it was also clear to her that she was to do it alone with no help from anyone, so she couldn't even ask her parents to help. Not that she would, that would just prove to them that she wasn't ready for this.

The next morning she woke up and knew from the knot in her stomach that it was the day to start her new school. She mumbled something and her hair was washed and styled, and she was also dressed. She lugged her trunk down the stairs and into the kitchen. In silence, she and her mother ate breakfast, her father had obviously gone to work, and then it was off to the train. Just before she was out the door, she noticed that she was wearing short-sleeves. She shrieked and when she explained this to her mother, her mother waved her wand and the sleeves stretched so that the once short-sleeved tee-shirt now reached past her wrists.

A scuffling outside of her door pulled Roxie out of her thoughts. Time to play nice and make new friends. She thought. The door was flung open and a trunk was pushed in followed closely by a long mane of red hair.