The American Witch
Prologue
"But Mommy, I don't want to Apparate to London! It's so uncomfortable, I feel like I'm being pushed through a straw or something!" I was whining, of course. Well duh, who likes to Apparate anyways?
"Angelica Lucy Turner," my mother snapped, her patience for my whining quickly disappearing. "You knew that after those stupid Muggle boys burnt down The Salem Magic Institute, which they stupidly thought was just an old, run-down building, you would have to go to the next best magic school in the world, which is Hogwarts. And like I'd send you to Durmstrang or Beaxbatons," she added as an afterthought. She looked around, making sure that there weren't any Muggles paying attention to us. She grabbed my hand tightly, and before she turned on the spot, she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Please act like you're fifteen when you're over there, Angie." She twisted on the spot, and we were immersed in darkness.
Fifth Year
Chapter 1 – Hog-whats?
It was the thirty-first of August, and my mother and I were standing together in a little town, which was obviously magical. Even though my eyes were closed, I could just tell; there was that lovely feeling in the air, like static electricity, but way better. Every wizard and witch I'd met in America felt the magic in the air, but not in the way I did. It was like I was particularly perceptible to it. I could sense magic from miles away. I sniffed the air; there was a distinct smell of fudge and something that smelled warm and buttery and sweet all at the same time. I opened my eyes, and realized we were standing in front of a bunch of adorable looking stores. The smell of fudge was coming from a little candy store called Honeydukes, and the strange but wonderful buttery smell was coming from what looked like a bar called The Three Broomsticks.
I looked over at my mom, who was taking in the surroundings too, although she'd already been here to discuss getting me into the new school at my age. It was silent for a couple more minutes. All I wanted to do was run around and explore everything.
Then, out of nowhere, my mother said, "It's beautiful, isn't it Angie?" We looked at each other and smiled.
"It's gorgeous Mom." I paused for a brief second, and then asked, "What is this place?" I looked around again, as if a little sign would just pop up and tell me where we happened to be.
"This is Hogsmeade. It's the wizard town right by Hogwarts." She pointed up near the mountains, and there was a huge castle right there, both spooky and beautiful.
I felt a little confused; Apparating always does that to me.
"Hog-whats?"
My mom laughed a little. "Your new school; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" She kept laughing at the expression on my face, which was a mixture of confusion and horror. She stopped laughing, and was suddenly serious. "Hello, Professor McGonagall." I looked over my shoulder, and saw a very severe-looking woman walking towards us.
"Yes, hello Ms. Turner. I presume that this is Angelica." Professor McGonagall nodded curtly in my direction. Seriously….was there a stick up her ass or something?
I cut in before my mother could answer. "Yes, Professor McGonagall, I'm Angelica. But you can call my Angie." I stuck out my hand for her to shake, and she grabbed it warily, and it was obvious what was going through her mind at that moment:
Crazy Americans…
"Well, we have to get up to the castle immediately. I'm afraid that only Angelica will be coming up to the castle, Ms. Turner," McGonagall added when she saw that my mother was beginning to walk with us. "We need to give Miss Turner a quick tour of Hogwarts, that's why we asked you to arrive in the morning, since the other students will arrive this evening for the start-of-term feast. I'll give you two a moment." She turned her back and walked a few steps away, still stiff as a rod.
I felt my eyes instantly fill with tears. I had no idea I would have to say goodbye so quickly! My mom had tears in her eyes too, and we rushed into each other's arms for our final hug. She kissed my cheek and tucked a lock of my curly black hair behind my ear. Then she turned away, and as soon as a blinked, she was gone.
I quickly wiped my eyes as best as I could and walked up to McGonagall. We looked at each other for a moment, and then I said:
"Well, let's go."