I felt a hard object proding at my ribcage. I let out a low groan. Who was disturbing me? I had only been asleep for an hour. Or so I thought. I rolled over on the seat to see who was poking me. I stretched my arms out and hit the metal wall. I groaned again as I pulled open my eyes. There were two girls standing over me wearing cloaks. 'Where am I?' I thought to my self as I struggled to sit up. As soon as my body reached a vertical position I realized I had a massive hangover. "Ugh," I said aloud, clutching my head with my hands. "Sorry, I had to wake you. It's been three hours and we are almost there. You'll want to be getting your robes on," the girl had good intentions, that I could tell. She had dark brown hair with a bit of volume to it. Freckles were still fresh on the bridge of her nose. She wore a gentle smile outlined with rosy pink lips. "Robes?" my confused shone bright. Between my hangover and just waking up, I had no clue what was going on. I looked to the other girl. She had dark, raven colored hair that fell straight onto her bosom. Her face was sun-bronzed and she had perfectly shaped eye-brows. Her high cheekbones enhanced her ocean-blue eyes. "Yes, and you best hurry, we should be arriving any minute," the brown haired girl continued to smile, "you can change in here, we'll guard the door." The two began to exit. "Wait-," the both stopped at the sound of my voice. My hangover was nagging. "do either of you have any Advil?" They both gave me confused looks. "Hangover," I pointed to my aching head as I said the word. "I don't have any Advil, but I know a Anti-Hangover Spell," it was the darker haired girl who spoke. She had a smoky voice that echoed about the metal walls of our compartment. Spell? Cloaks? Robes? I was dreaming. I knew I must have been. What kind of dream was this? I'd never had a dream about witches before, save for when I was a child and was frightened of them. Both of the girls looked so real and so vivid. And my hangover, it was so real and it hurt so much. How could this possibly be a dream? You can't feel things in dreams, and I can guarantee that I felt that hangover. But how could this possibly be real? Witches, spells, and cloaks? I was dreaming. But the hangover.... I laughed. It was a nervous instinct I had. I didn't know what to do so I laughed. It was almost like an evil chortle. The two girls looked at me like I was crazy. Me? Crazy? They're the crazy ones, I mean really, witches? "Do you want me to get rid of that hangover or not?" She sounded impatient. "Yes, yes, I do," I giggled silently to my self. Let's see were this goes. "Contra-mairia," she pointed a wooden stick at my head. As soon as the words exited her mouth, the moment they fell off her tongue, I felt a warming sensation throughout my head coming from her stick. Within five seconds, my hangover was gone. I was completely speechless. 'This isn't real. It's a dream with feelings,' my thoughts were soaring. Flying all over my head, looking for all available answers. She was a witch. This is some kind of miracle. She's some kind of priestess in some dark magic cult. I'm crazy. She's crazy. This is a dream. "I've never seen you before, what house are you in?" it was the brown haired girl again. "Wha-? House?" I was utterly unaware of what was going on. "What's your name?" It was the raven haired 'witch' asked. That I could answer, "Tori." "Nice to meet you, I'm Kerri," the raven-haired young 'witch' held out her hand. In instinct I took it, and shook it with a firm grasp. "I'm Chloe," the brown haired girl smiled at me, "would you like something to eat?" Out of her robes she pulled out some candy and some type of cake looking food item. None of them looked faimilar, save one thing, Jelly Bellys. "Take what you'd like," Chloe waved her hand over the candy. Being the only think I recognized, I took the Jelly Bellys. My favorite had always been the Watermelon, so I picked that out of the bunch and popped it into my mouth. I chewed down and the taste of the Jelly Belly filled my mouth. I immeaditaly spat it out. It tasted terrible! "What is this?" I near shouted, holding the chewed Jelly Belly in my hand. "Buger," Chloe giggled, "they're Bertie Botts." I looked more closely at the bean I'd just spat into my hand, "Where am I?"