Here's chapter 2, Going to London.

Hogwarts © JK Rowling

Deathley © me

Cartoon/video game characters © respective owners.

The next day, Deathley had gotten her response to her question about Hogwart's location. She was on pins and needles; she was rarely this anxious. At least about a letter, of course. Deathley walked outside to her mailbox, took out the Hogwarts letter, and set it on the kitchen counter, reading it while drinking her cup of coffee.

Dear Ms. McClash,

Our school is in England, a part of the United Kingdom, along side Wales and the northern half of Ireland.

Deathley then spit out her coffee, as well as dropping her coffee mug onto the floor, obviously out of surprise. (She should be happy for not letting the mug shatter into pieces on the floor.)

"ENGLAND?"

Nevertheless, Deathley continued reading the letter.

There are many ways to get to our school (and England, since you claim to reside in the United States of America):

1). Via apparition, a spell that teleports you to one place from another

2). Via magical flying broom

3). Via passenger aiplane to London

4). Via cruise ship

After you get to London, and when September 1st comes, here's what you have to do:

Go to King's Cross Station, and enter Platform 9¾. You must run into the stands between platforms 9 and 10, so the Muggles (non-magical folk) won't notice you vanishing right in front of their eyes. If you see a scarlet red train reading "Hogwarts Express" on the front, you made it in the nick of time! Then enter the train, and enjoy talking to the other teachers and the students. The ride lasts for about 4 or 5 hours. You can also have breakfast on the train.

Then, when you arrive at our school, the Keeper of the Keys & Grounds will show you and the others to small boats, for which you will ride in, magically sail across the lake into a grotto under the castle, and the kids will be sorted into their Houses. If you don't remember, you will be with Ravenclaws.

Enjoy this answer to your question.

The Staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Deathley then stared at the letter for a good 5 seconds, groaned, and rubbed her head.

"I don't know what those guys mean by this "apparition" crap-in-a-hat, and I don't have a magic broom. I use brooms to clean my floor, not fly the thing like some crazy old witch on Halloween night," Deathley said, annoyed. "But I'll do it anyway."

She then ran to her phone on the kitchen wall, dialed a phone number, and waited 1 minute.

"Hello? Who's this?" said a female voice.

"Hello yourself, EA." Deathley said.

"Deathley! What do you need?"

"Either a plane ticket or a cruise ship to London, England."

"Why? You're going to London because of a publicity event? Buisness trip? Vacation?" EA asked.

"Half buisness, half vacation."

"Half of both?"

"Yepzors." Deathley responded.

"Why half of both?"

"You ask too many questions. Anyway, this magic school, Hogwarts, wants me to be a Head of Ravenclaw, whatever that is."

"It's in England?"

"Again with the questions. Yeah, it is."

"Well, there aren't any cruise tickets lately, but I'll try to get you a plane ticket. Pack your bags."

"Thanks," Deathley said with a smile.

"No problem."

Deathley hung up the phone, and went to clean up her spilled coffee.


"Oh, this is splendid. Just splendid! All of our teachers we requested accepted our offer to teach! I'm so jolly, I think I'll do a dance!" said a white rabbit.

The rabbit had a black jacket with a yellow shirt under it with a red bowtie, along with a tophat, a pocket watch, everything you can imangine on a imanginary friend made in the Victorian era. This was Mr. Herriman, Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"You dance like a nerd, Fuzzbutt."

Herriman turned around to see a tall 22-year-old woman in the doorway of his office. She had a Powerpuff Girls T-shirt on with a green sweatshirt over it, a purple skirt, red hair tied up into a ponytail, blue & cyan sneakers, and some earrings. This was no other then Frances "Frankie" Foster, Mr. Herriman's creator's granddaughter.

"Miss Frances, how dare you call me a nerd! You should not say such about me, since I'm now the Headmaster, and I can give you a stern punishment if you do so again!"

Frankie rolled her eyes.

"Now," Herriman said, "We have to check out the names of our Heads of Houses!"

Herriman walked over to a paper on his desk. He grabbed it off and stared reading it.

"OK then, first we have Ms. Cheeks for Head of Gryffindor-"

"Who's that?" Frankie asked.

"Ms. Sandra Cheeks."

Frankie looked puzzled.

"I believe many of you know her as Sandy Cheeks."

"Oh, yeah! That squirrel girl from the ocean!"

Herriman sighed and went back to the list.

"Mr. Blik for Head of Slytherin-"

"The black cat?" Frankie asked.

"Yes, quite right. Mr. SquarePants for Head of Hufflepuff, and Ms. McClash for Head of Ravenclaw."

Frankie then got a weird look on her face.

"Is something the matter, Miss Frances?"

"McClash as in Deathley McClash?"

"Is there some sort of issue?" Herrmian asked.

"She kills cartoons! Put her in Slytherin! NOT RAVENCLAW!" Frankie yelled.

"I'm the boss here, and I choose where I want to put Ms. Deathley. I highly doubt she'll attempt to murder any of us; If she does, then I'll take care of such matters, not you." Herriman said annoyed.

Frankie muttered furiously to herself and walked out of the office.


Later in the day, EA got Deathley her tickets for her plane, sent it to her in the mail, and Deathley was overjoyed.

"Awesome possum," she mumbled to herself when she got the tickets, "Now I have to get packed!"

Deathley ran into her mansion and started packing up for London.

London, here I come, Deathley thought to herself.

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