Disclaimer: If you haven't figured out by now that Harry Potter isn't mine… well… uh… go milk a cow or something. On the other hand, Mackenzie and any other characters you might not recognize are mine. (sticks out tongue)

The reason I elaborate so much on her dress shedding glitter everywhere is because I have a lot of experience with those kinds of dresses and I just wanted to vent. Haha.

And just to clear it up, Amelia (Mackenzie's mother) is pureblood.

Chapter Two!

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Mackenzie slowly trod back into the dining room and sank down onto a couch.

Her best friend since…well…forever had just told her they couldn't be friends anymore.

How stupid! It wasn't fair. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with her…was there?

Kenzie felt the uncertainly flutter through her stomach like a group of butterflies trapped in a net.

"Mackenzie." She looked up and for the second time that night, saw herself looking at her mother. "What are you doing just laying there on the couch? The guests are ready to leave, and I expect you to go out there and thank them for coming."

Mackenzie groaned, but not loudly enough for her mother to hear her.

She got up carefully and walked to the door, leaving a mass of glitter sticking to the seat that she had recently vacated.

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Tap. Tap.

Mackenzie woke the next day to a tapping sound on her window. Looking up to the window, she was incredibly surprised to find a large white owl.

Feeling her curiosity arouse, she got out of her bed and walked across the carpeted floor.

She opened the window, feeling the cool September air rush into her warm room.

Noticing the letter in the bird's mouth, she reached her hand out.

The owl opened its beak, releasing the letter and took off again with as much of a flourish as an owl can manage.

Mackenzie reached down and grabbed the letter.

In finely formed, elegant green wording, the letter stated:

Miss Mackenzie Renaldi

The Second Bedroom, Second Floor

Renaldi Palace

Mackenzie frowned slightly.

Opening the letter, she pulled out a thick peace of parchment and began reading.

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"MACKENZIE LAURA RENALDI!" Her mother shrieked loudly.

Kenzie groaned as soon as she heard her mother's voice. It was like a nail just waiting to be hammered into her head.

"Yeah?" She called out her door.

"HURRY UP! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Amelia screamed.

Kenzie rolled her eyes. "Coming!" She called.

Taking another look around her bedroom to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she walked out the door and made her way down the stairs.

Just the other day her mother had taken her to a place called Diagon Alley to get her school supplies.

She now had three trunks stuffed with things her mother proclaimed 'absolutely necessary'.

She had snorted. Absolutely necessary? Yeah right.

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"Go on darling." Mackenzie was just about ready to throw up. Her mother was particularly vicious when they were alone, but her public image was courteous and something that seemed like it took years to perfect, given her real attitude.

"Go on where?" Kenzie asked, confused.

"To the platform." Her mother replied through gritted teeth.

"But…"

"Go through the damn wall." Her mother hissed into her ear.

"But…"

"GO!"

Too frightened to protest more, she ran through the wall…

…and found herself standing in front of a large train.

Her mother appeared behind her and glared.

"Ignorant brat." She was muttering.

Mackenzie took no heed and continued down the platform, looking in amazement at the magnificent train.

"Make sure to write about how you're doing in Hogwarts, okay dear?" Kenzie barely heard her mother, but managed to nod all the same.

She hoisted her trunks onto the train and found an empty compartment. Staring out the window in shock, Mackenzie felt as though her life would never be the same again.

'Well of course it won't.' She chided herself. 'You go to a magic school now. A place where you learn magic. Nothing will every be the same again.' That resolved, she settled down into her seat and fell into a deep sleep.

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Wow. 2 Chapters out in pretty much an hour.

I think I like this story more than the other one. Haha.

Hope you liked!

Review!

-Judy