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Kasano closed the door behind herself with a heavy sigh. Potter Manor was huge. She was fairly sure that even with the tour she'd just endured, she wouldn't remember where all the hallways led to. The important ones, yes. Those would be easy after her childhood expiriences. But the others? Not so much.

Adjusting to being in a house, and one as large as this to boot however would be hard. She was use to the open sky, and a breeze through the windows that smelled of pine and freedom. Sighing again, she pushed herself off the door and headed to the bed. Just as she was about to sit down on the blue flowery duvet a soft knock sounded from the door. For a moment she thought about sending a stinging hex through the door, but as she felt her wand in her hand she changed her mind. This was different from the home she'd had, maybe the people were different too. Kasano took a breath. "Yes?" She glanced to her bag and reached for it, remembering as she did so that she wasn't where she grew up. "Come in if you'd like."

The head that poked around the door was the boy's. Hair sticking out at all angles, and glasses on his face, he smiled. She was pretty sure that his name was James. "Hey Cassie. I know Mum said that you need some time to settle in, but next week we go to Hogwarts, and I figured you might have questions." He closed the door behind him, and moved out of her path to it choosing to settle in one of the fluffy chairs along the wall of the room.

She considered him for a moment. "Actually yeah. I've never been to an actual magical school before." She reached for the letter that she'd gotten. It had the Hogwarts shield on it, and as she looked at it she felt the nervousness that had been hovering around her tighten inside her chest. "I guess that's why I have to do the proficency tests, right?" She glanced up to James to confirm her thoughts.

He nodded. "The professors will want to be sure you can keep up with the course work." His voice sounded lazy but his eyes were bright.

"Maybe. Can you give me an idea of what is expected?" She settled cross legged on the bed with her battered leather bag beside her. "Oh, and it's Kasano, not Cassie. My name changed a long time ago, and no one recognized it."

His eyes narrowed slightly and she had the unsettling feeling that her words had been filed away somewhere to be thought about later. "Alright Kasano, well it's just the basics of Potions, grade one and two Charms and Transfig," he tossed a couple of books onto her bed that he took out of nowhere, "Defense and history are the same, but I think the history you've got is different than ours. At least I think it is."

She nodded and picked up the Charms book, thumbing through the pages. Her eyebrow arched more and more the gurther she got, completely unaware of the silence.

"Is something wrong?" James almost looked concerned.

Kasano bit her lip. "Um how to put this." She paused and glanced at her bag before digging around inside and dragging out a composition notebook that looked like it was held together with tape and glue. "I don't think my problem will be lack of skill." She flipped through the pages till she found what she was looking for and offered it ot him. A huge show of trust, but he was being helpful. Possibly even kind. She was willing to risk it.

James took the notebook and was grinning as he scanned the page. "You definitely have Potter blood somewhere in you, Kasano. This is bloody brilliant!"

"It's even better in practice as long as you don't get yourself caught in it." She snickered, remembering her near miss of one of the bouncing bubbles before she sobered. "So I think my problem would be not standing out too much."

Despite obviously wanting to look through the rest of the pages, James offered her the notebook in return. "Well that's easy, just do close to your best on all the tests and don't worry too much. A lot of the purebloods have tutors over the summers and know stuff before it's taught at Hogwarts. You were taught at home for two years, you're bound to be ahead by most people's logic." He paused, glancing back at her notebook. "I really hope you're sorted into Griffyndor."

She frowned. "Sorted? What's Griffyndor?"

"You don't know about Griffyndor? Sorting is how everyone at Hogwarts is divided into the different houses, or dorms. Griffyndor is the best with courage, bravery, and chivilary. It's where I am and if you like pranking, it's the place to be. Then there's Ravenclaw with the brainy ones, Hufflepuff with hard work and loyalty, and lastly the house with the most gits, Slytherin. The whole bloody lot is generally cunning and resourceful, but they're also cruel. Most the students in that house have already pledged support for the Dark Lord. It's not somewhere you want to be even if it fits you." He had caution in his eyes.

"Don't worry, if that's the criteria, then I won't fit. Sure, I'm clever and resourceful but brave and stubborn to the point of near insanity." She snickered. There was a lot that James and his family didn't know about her history. And she wasn't interested in sharing if she didn't have to, which was why she counted herself lucky he hadn't decided to comment on it. Still she was curious and decided to get herself more information about the place she would call home diruing school since James was in the sharing mood at the moment.