Diary of a Transplanted Witch
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters in the wonderful series by JKR. The original character is mine.
Chapter 1: The Arrival
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The fact that I am in the UK is something. Being a complete anglophile this just makes me absolutely giddy with excitement. Of course I have heard of Hogwarts. I have never been. I went to Salem myself but I pursued a life in the Muggle world after graduation, mainly in music and movies. I wanted the big life but yet quiet. Those two things just didn't mix most of the time so here I am on a train, full of students I might add, listening to my iPod and in the oldest set of robes ever.
It isn't my fault in that regard. As I said, I have been in the Muggle World and didn't have a need for robes, jeans and T-shirts ruled supreme over there. Here it is stiff robes that make me fee rather puffy and old.
The train stopped and I continued to tap my foot to some awesome song playing. I might as well let the kids get out first before me. Finally all of the mass of little things got off and I marched myself up to a horseless carriage (there are those in the Muggle World, call cars….sheesh go figure). I popped in and noticed a tricolor bunch, a black haired boy, a red haired boy, and a rather mousy brown haired girl. The girl shot a look a me; I continued to jam to some amazing 80's power ballads. Ooops, they are talking might want to cut this thing down.
Thank god it isn't about me but some other Professor I assume. We pass through the gates and my iPod jams. I swear technology sucks sometimes. I try the classic American way of repairing something that is being retarded. I hit it a few times, nothing. Finally I put it up and give up. I will call the nearest Apple store ASAP. That was until the mousy haired one piped up.
"Um, if that is Muggle it won't work here. Nothing Muggle works here."
Damn. Means I might actually have to use my wand for once and won't get to listen to my Sinatra in the mornings. Oh woe is me. Crap, she is looking at me. Alright, tried and true technique used to frighten pop stars in the sound booth, fold arms and glare. Shit...just a smirk, the hell?
The wannabe car stopped and everybody got out, including me. I looked up and began humming the theme to the Addams Family. Nobody got it, whoa. Any who, being a professor I might want to find where the others are. I move through the big doors into what some of the students were calling "The Great Hall". Ah….professors front and center. Empty chair next to some dark haired pale dude. I catch a glance of the rather eccentric old man that hired me. He is making a cute little speech about how the children need to follow the rules (like that will happen). Oh no, he just said something about a new professor, don't point me out. Damn it.
I nod politely to him. Then rather sarcastically to myself 'yup that's me, Cameron Walker, the one who will be teaching the kids about Muggle Studies and I am a pureblood.' I look next to me at the rather severe looking guy; he looks about as interested in this as I am. If only my iPod was working, that would save me from my boredom. Hide that little thing under this massive table and play a few rounds of solitaire during this little talking hat part. Oh, interesting, the severe guy moves subtly when somebody gets put in Slytherin. Oh well, back to my wishing for my iPod again. I could play trivia, look at pictures, and watch some TV with a rather yummy looking man in it. Damn….I can tell where I will be most of the time when not teaching, sitting just outside the gates, like a fool.
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