I cling to Sophie as we walk to the gate, even though our charmed plane went twice as fast, and was much more comfortable then any other plane I had ever ridden before something about flying always made me queasy. "Dude, chill." Sophie says, and follows Ms. Arethusa, our vice headmistress, onto the plane. Several students had been chosen to visit Hogwarts, an English school for Witches and Wizards. They recently had some huge racial war or something somewhat like that; all I know is that we have to go there to "promote inter-racial friendship". Apparently my school, Aleta's American School for Magical Creatures, an extremely open minded school of equal opportunity learning, was going to be a huge culture shock for these Brits. "UHH!" I groan as the plane begins to lurch, a 10th year leans over from across the isle "Feeling queasy there?" he says as he smirks. "I'm sorry we can't all be half fairy Nyx, plus guys shouldn't really brag about that." Sophie is my hero. "Whatever Sophie, maybe you should let Shay speak for a turn." And with that he turned back to Mikhal. Ah, what are plane rides good for anyway, "Hey Soph, do you mind if I sleep this one out?" "Sure Shay." She says as she puts in her ear buds.
"Shay... Shay, ...Shay... wake up." I feel something gently poking my face; it was Madison. "What!" "Hey, no love from you today!" She laughs, "I wanted to tell you that we're here." "Oh." I perk up after that, I haven't been out of the country before and now I am going to live at a different school for a semester... in Scotland! Sophie, Madison and I walk together to the taxis waiting for us. We pile in and head out. "I hope we don't have to take these taxis all the way to the school." Sophie groans. I don't think we will because these cars must be charmed or something, what seemed like only 5 seconds of riding and we were all ready pulling up to a train station. "All right kids, stay with me." Mrs. Arethusa screams over the crowds, we all gather around her and follow her to a brick column. I gasp as I see a young boy about my age run strait into and through the column. "Um Soph did you..." "Yeah" she whispers back. "Now you just grab your luggage and run right into it." Mrs. Arethusa explains. "Um won't we die." Asks a kid a I don't know. "Oh my goodness... you are a wizard aren't you?" The vice headmistress asks a now silent group of kids. "Alright then her we go." All of us rush towards the platform.

I brace my self for impact when I suddenly appear on another platform. "Holy shit." I hear someone whisper. The sight, I have to admit, is incredibly impressive, huge arching columns, stunning views and lots of wizards. Wizards everywhere; young wizards boarding a train; parents waving to and kissing their children. So far as I can tell no diversity, not even hybrids; in fact Lina, the vampire, is probably the most diverse thing here. "Circle up!" Mrs. Arethusa's voices floats above the crowd. "All right, this school only has seven grades, eight this year. The train is split up by grades, so eighth years you're in the back of the train; anyone older can hang there too. Then its seventh years and so on. If you need me I will be in the front of the train n the staff compartment, any questions?... no...good. Alright my dears have fun, I will see you at Hogwarts!" She says, turns and boards the train. "Lets go!" Madison pulls Sophie and me towards the train.

We board and head to the back, all the students are giving us weird looks, like we're an elephant, as in we clearly don't belong. "Is my makeup smudged, oh my god! do I have raccoon eyes right now!" Sophie whispers frantically. "No." I say "I think it's our clothes." I notice that everyone else is wearing uniforms or weird cloaks, like really old wizards did back in the states, we are wearing sweats and tees. "Well this is awkward." Madison says as we pass compartments in the eighth year section, each one full. We finally come to a compartment with only three people inside. I stopped. "What?" Madison asks "I think this is the last available one." I say. "And that guy is hella cute." Sophie says as she points to a boy sitting on the right side of the bench with shaggy black hair and a rugged look. eh. but before I can get the thought out Sophie opens the door, "Hey, we're from America, can we sit here?"