I'm posting the second chapter now, just because I want to. :)

"I can't believe this." Justin said as he carried his bags into the living room. Alex was already there, her piles of suitcases surrounding her. "I can't believe you're coming."

She rolled her eyes. "Dude, get over it. You've known for like, two weeks now. And besides," She said, standing up to grab a drink. "You think I'm going to be hanging around you when there's a bunch of guys with accents around? It will be like I'm not even there."

"I'd like to believe that, but you're going to do something stupid and come running to me for help. Like always." He said bitterly. "Alex, if you mess this up for me-"

"I won't." She said assuringly. "Honestly, I think it'd be cool if you got to compete."

Justin stared at her, eyebrows raised. "Wait, really?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, I can't do it. So why not you?"

"You're scaring me."

She rolled her eyes at him for the second time. "I'm serious! Now go get the rest of my stuff for me. Professor Crumbs and the rest of the WizTech nerds are going to be here soon."

"You have more stuff?" He asked incredulously, staring at her already overly-large bags.

"I can't outfit repeat at Hogwarts!" She said, sighing dramatically. "Now go."

Justin narrowed his eyes at his younger sister. "You know, a please would be nice."

"Fine, will you please go grab the rest of my bags?" She said with a sickly sweet smile plastered on her face.

He sighed, knowing that fighting with her was useless.

Alex placed her feet on the coffee table as Justin made his way upstairs. She couldn't help but feel pleased with herself. Even for her, scheming a way to Hogwarts for the Tri-Wizard tournament was a task in itself. But there was still that one issue that she knew was going to be even more difficult: Becoming a champion.

She already had Justin thinking that she's only in it for the boys. He's off her back, but she was completely oblivious to the way the whole selection process worked. But hey, she's Alex Russo. She'll find a way.

"Alex, what are you doing?" Justin hissed, staring at her with an exasperated look on his face.

She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "What?" She asked, but she realized what he was talking about before he could answer. She scanned the room filled with WizTech students - She was the only one who wasn't wearing the school robes.

"Oh." She said, nodding slowly. "Do we seriously have to wear those?" She asked, dreading the answer.

They arrived at Hogwarts in no less than ten minutes after they were picked up by Professor Crumbs in a magic van. She was annoyed just thinking about. The French arrived in a horse drawn carriage and the Hungarians spurted out of the water in a huge boat. And them... They arrived in a van.

And now, apparently, they were required to wear those hideous robes. Mustard yellow and black? Alex wasn't having it. "Haven't we embarrassed ourselves enough?"

Justin sighed, throwing Alex a robe. "Just put it on." He said forcefully, clearly unhappy with her.

She got dressed into the robe as if it was poisonous. She stared down at herself and let a pout escape her lips - No way would any of the boys here want to talk to her while she was wearing this.

"Okay, everyone!" Professor Crumbs called out loudly to the group of WizTech students. There weren't too many, only about twenty. Alex didn't understand why the entire school didn't just come. It seemed as if the other foreign schools did. But then again, Alex wasn't surprised. WizTech always was a little behind on the Wizard World outside of America.

"The feast is about to start and I would like to remind each one of you that you are not only representing yourselves, but our entire school as well. I expect all of you to be respectful. Remember, we are guests here!" He lectured, and Alex could of sworn he was staring at her as he said his last words.

"Now," He said, a smile appearing on his face. "Let's walk into their hall gracefully, shall we?"

Alex sighed, tugging at the arm of her robe. Justin gave her a warning glare as he passed. She followed the group as they made their way into Hogwarts castle. She had to catch her breath. It was incredible.

They were the first guests to arrive at the feast, all walking in with awkward smiles and waves. Alex resisted the urge to roll her eyes and took a seat.

"Oh my God," Justin said as he sat down next to Alex. "Alex!" He exclaimed, "It's Professor Dumbledore!"

"Who?" She asked, but her eyes were more focused on the empty table in front of her. "I thought there was supposed to be a feast?"

He ignored her. "Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of our time! He's a genius!"

Professor Crumbs stared at Justin stone-faced. "Well, I wouldn't go that far."

"What?" Justin said, completely oblivious to Professor Crumbs jealousy. "How can you say that with all that he's accomplished -"

But Justin never got to finish his sentence, because at that moment the Beauxbatons students came fluttering - yes, fluttering - through the doors.

Justin's mouth fell open as he watched the French girls make their way to their table.

"You can put your eyes back in now." Alex said, smirking.

Justin's face flushed, but he didn't say anything back. Alex watched as the Hungarians came stomping in, and her eyebrows came together in confusion. "Were we supposed to have some grand entrance or something?" She asked as sparks flew from their canes.

Professor Crumbs rolled his eyes. "No, they're just show-offs."

"And there's four schools." She said, looking at Crumbs with raised eyebrows. "Now, I know I'm not the best at Math but doesn't 'tri' mean three?"

"Yes," He said, narrowing his eyes at her. "But if you read the packet I gave you then you would of known that this year they decided to add on another school. America is always left behind." He said bitterly. "The strings we had to pull even to get here."

Alex ignored the rest of his bitter ramblings as she scanned the hall. It was filled to the max with students and adults. She noticed that the Hogwarts students were wearing hideous robes similar to their own, and that they were just as awkward.

Alex inwardly laughed as her brother was perched on the edge of his seat as that Professor Dumbledore guy started to speak. She payed no attention though and was more focused on her chipped nail polish than anything else.

After he finished speaking, the feast appeared. Alex's eyes widened. Now this she could get used to.

She skipped right over the salad and went straight for the chicken and mashed potatoes. She stuffed her face, paying no attention to the other WizTech students around her. But after a little while, their murmurs and wide eyes caught her attention.

She looked to Justin. "What's going on?"

Justin looked as if he were about to hyperventilate.

"I heard rumors but I didn't actually think I was going to see him, so up close and-"

"Slow down, nerd." Alex rolled her eyes. "Are you talking about Dumbledude again?"

"Dumbledore." Justin corrected, looking annoyed. "And no, I'm talking about Harry Potter!"

Alex raised her eyebrows. "You lost me again."

Each and every Wiztech student's eyes fell on her. "What?" She asked, perplexed.

"Alex, do you pay any attention to Dad? We spent an entire semester learning about the British History of Magic."

"But history is just so boring." She retorted with a sigh.

Justin sighed. "Harry Potter is infamous, Alex. He stopped one of the most feared dark wizard's of all time when he was just a baby!"

Alex nodded. "Impressive. So which one is he? The huge one with the beard?"

"What?" Justin's eyebrows creased. "No. He's sitting over there." He pointed slightly over to a table full of teenagers wearing black robes with red and orange ties.

"The ginger?" She asked, not feeling too convinced as she watched him double fist two turkey legs.

"No." Justin said, a slight edge to his voice. "The one next to him, with the black hair and the - Oh my God, you can actually see the scar!"

All of the WizTech students peered over the table, trying to get a better look.

Alex ignored them. "So, he's our age?" She asked curiously.

"Your age." Justin said. "Fourteen or fifteen. I'll have to look it up."

"Why don't we just ask him?" Alex said, watching him inquisitively.

"You will do no such thing!" Professor Crumbs hissed, staring wide-eyed at Alex. "I reluctantly allowed you on this trip, Ms. Russo, but you will not be embarrassing us."

"Embarrassing you?" Alex asked incredulously. "As if showing up in a van and waving like a bunch of idiots wasn't embarrassment enough."

Professor Crumbs narrowed his eyes. "That's enough."

"Alex!" Justin exclaimed, his voice strained. "You're going to get us both kicked out of here and straight back to New York if you don't keep your mouth shut."

"All I wanted to do was ask how old he was." She muttered under her breath as she crossed her arms tightly across her chest.

She then felt a nudge at her shoulder as Justin stood up. "Come on." He said, with a slight edge to his voice. "Time to leave. Me and the rest of those eligible for the tournament need to strategize with Professor Crumbs."

Alex stood up with the rest of her classmates. "Well, what am I supposed to do?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Sleep? Read? Whatever it is, don't go wandering off. Please."

She rolled her eyes. "You're no fun, but fine."

Justin gave her a grateful smile as they made their way back towards their van.