Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A school for magic that's an ocean and a train ride away and-as far as Dyles knew-completely fictional. Yet there was his letter sitting on the counter top. At first he thought his friends were playing a prank on him, but-when he never replied to the letter-more of them began to show up. Eventually he realized that they were legit, and, by force (and little choice), he dragged his parents from America to the UK to buy supplies for the school.

The months leading up to his departure, Dyles had been devastated to be leaving his three best friends behind. He never told them that he would be leaving, and figured he tell them when he got to school, but turns out he hadn't needed to worry. When the fated day arrived he and his parents traveled to platform 9 ¾. After a heartfelt goodbye and promising countless times that he would write ever week, Dyles boarded the train. He began his search for an empty or nearly empty compartment, and was presently surprised when he found one. Inside were the three friends he had been dreading leaving behind. The four of them had been best friends and near neighbors since they could walk, so it was great to know that their little band was not yet going to be dissolved.

The train ride was long and filled with the fours different tellings of how they got their acceptance letter. Eventually the reached their destination and were hearded off the train. The sorting ceremony took place before the welcome feast, and began as soon as all of the first-years had arrived from their magical boat ride across the lake. The headmistress-an older woman by the name of Minerva McGonagall-stood at the front of the great hall. She looked rather confident, very stern, and her posture demanded respect, but she had a gentle and caring look in her eyes. She began calling up new students one by one placing the sorting hat on each child's head.

Dyles, as much as he tried, kept zoning out. He'd snap to attention whenever the hat called out "Gryffindor" or "Ravenclaw" or any of the other two houses, but he'd promptly go back to zoning out after that. The only times he'd really pay attention was when any of his friends were being sorted. First up was Chloe

Chloe Banshee was a very good example of a fan girl. She was a major dork and a bit of an airhead, but she was still smart and knew how to make the best of any situation. She was short and had somewhat childlike, innocent features, which Dyles was thankful for since it had gotten them out of many potentially disastrous situations. She had long curly hair that was the perfect blend of strawberries and blond, and she had a refreshing splash of freckles across her face. She was the type of person that if you hated her, Dyles would judge you.

"Hufflepuff!" The sorting hat yelled as applause sounded from the table of yellow. Chloe smiled before hopping off the stool and joining her new house at their table. After another handful of students another one of Dyles' friends was up.

Melodia Denali was her name, but she ONLY goes by Mel. She was the youngest of four and-much to Dyles surprise-she already knew about Hogwarts and it being not so fictional. Apparently she was a pureblood and for whatever insane reason her parents decided to raise her and her three older brothers in the Muggle world. Mel was brilliantly sinister, just like her brothers. Hector, the oldest, had started the Hogwarts Black Market his second year at the school and Mel would be taking it over as soon as the third oldest graduated at the end of the year. She had light brown skin and dark brown hair and eyes. She was definitely on the taller side, and a real force to be reckoned with.

"Slytherin!" the hat announced moments after touching the top of her poufy hair. Mel rose to her feet smiling as she gave a two fingered salute to the crowd before trotting off the table clad in green. Dyles couldn't help but smile knowing that Mel belonged in that house.

Next from there group was Dyles himself; Dyles Perdu. He's what you'd picture a typical white boy to be, just darker hair and dark blue eyes. He's a pretty athletic guy with a very chill attitude. He's that go-with-the-flow person; however he did know how to get serious when need be. He gets embarrassed over small things, which Mel loves to tease him about, but it usually never stops him from being adventurous and over all completely dorky.

"Gryffindor!"He heard as a mighty roar echoed around the room from his new family. He blushed slightly by the response, but was all smiles. He walked over to the table in a daze, more or less because he was still trying to process everything.

Last from their little band of four was Asher Techoni. He's what Dyles would consider a technological genius. The guy could work anything that had an electronic pulse. Like Mel, he admitted to knowing about Hogwarts existence. He was technically a half-blood, and his sister had been accepted when she was thirteen. They weren't actually sure if Asher would get a letter, because-unlike his sister-he hadn't shown any signs that he could use magic. When the letter did come he was ecstatic…until he remembered the no technology rule. Luckily that disappointment didn't last long. His sister quickly found ways to enchant all his tech to work on campus. Since that wasn't enough, he and his sister, Kasey, made plans to set up an undetectable Wi-Fi signal that would reach across the entire campus

"Ravenclaw!" Announced the old brown hat. No shocker there. Asher stood up walking over to his table, a small smile on his lips. Usually people with glasses weren't all that sinister, but Asher, although nowhere near as close to Mel, definitely was . He probably could have easily fit in with Slytherin, but his brains landed him in the house of blue.

Dyles, as well as everyone else, had to wait till all the first years were sorted before they could begin to eat. Frankly, Dyles didn't mind, he was just happy to be there. And the fact that Mel, Asher, and Chloe were there also? The four of them had caused their fair share of chaos back home and made some great memories in the process; he could only imagine what they'd do here.

Muggleborn Headcannon: Muggleborn best friends getting their Hogwarts letter and not being able to tell the others, but being ecstatic when they run into each other on the train.

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