A/N: Hm, I guess the response is actually quite well. Guess I'll be continuing this then~

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And now, onto the story~

Great. I'm dyslexic, have ADHD, and have a speech disorder now.

"Oof!"

Before I could get up, I heard a whoosh. My face hit the floor again and I groaned in pain as my nose twitched irritably. My back was straining from being crushed. "Percy…" I groaned out. My brother gave a short grunt.

I wiggled under my brother as his immense weight crushed me. "Get… off me."

There was another whoosh and then a gasp. "Percy, get off your sister!"

Percy pushed himself off of me and my mother helped me up, brushing off the dirt that has gotten on me. "Oh, dear. You're not even away yet," she said mostly to herself than me. "I wonder if you'll be okay."

"Mom, I'll be fine," I sighed as she continued to fuss over me. "You okay there, Perce?" I asked, peering to my twin, rubbing my throbbing nose.

"A-okay," Percy replied, brushing his pants. "Sorry about that."

"No prob," I brushed it off and my mom looked at the piece of paper in front of her. "So, where to first?"

"First, we're getting your robes," Mom informed me. "Dumbledore stopped by while you two were out a couple days ago to give us money." She showed us a small bag of various coins that were gold, silver, and bronze. "Come on."

We walked out of the alleyway, and wow. I think I spun around five times to take everything in. It was all just so amazing.

I saw a few owls flying around, some cauldrons outside stores, and people with robes walking everywhere. It was packed; it was like Times Square during the holidays, minus the drunk people.

I was jittery with excitement… and maybe my ADHD, but wow. I couldn't really understand what most signs said, but it didn't matter to me. I thought it was amazing, and that's all that really matters.

"I'm so jealous," Percy sighed in awe. "Make sure you don't forget us regular humans, alright, sis?"

"Never," I assured, looking at my brother. We both shared a meaningful smile that we had towards each other.

"Percy, Penny, come on!" our mother called, and we jogged after her. She led us into a store; I tried to read what store we entered, but all I saw was mdaaM 'slMaik bRsoe orf lAl cinosOac.

"Hogwarts for two?" a short, kind-looking woman smiled at us both.

"No, just my daughter," Mom said, pushing me forward slightly. I stumbled a bit over my feet, but I managed to keep myself up-right. I steadied myself and stood awkwardly in front of the woman.

The woman smiled, "Muggles, are you?"

"E-excuse me?" Mom inquired, confused. She was right to be confused. My mother did not smoke marijuana. [1]

"Oh!" the woman laughed. "I forgot. Muggles are what we call non-magic folk. I'm Madam Malkin, and I own this wonderful little place."

"Yes, we're… Muggles," Mom struggled to use the word. It was a weird word, understandable.

"Wonderful!" Madam Malkin chirped happily. "Come to the back with me, dear. She'll be out soon," she addressed the last part to my mother and brother.

I walked to the back where I spotted a boy who looked a few years older than me, with bright red hair and freckles. Pins and needles were flying around him as he just stood still for the fitting. Aw man, do we have to stand still?

"We have to stand still?" I choked out, turning to Madam Malkin.

"Why, yes," Madam Malkin nodded her head. "It won't take very long if you do." I sighed mentally in my head. Please, let me stay still for at least five minutes. I climbed onto the stool and immediately, a black cloth surrounded me and began its work.

…I didn't even last a minute.

"Dear, stand still," Madam Malkin scolded me, lightly tapping my shoulder with her wand.

"I can't help it," I replied. "I have ADHD."

"What in Godric's name is that?" the redhead boy next to me inquired, turning to me. "Is that some sort of curse?"

"It's a disorder," I sighed, fidgeting yet again, earning another light slap from Madam Malkin. "I can't be still and I have a short attention span. … Which is part of the reason I've been expelled from every school I've been to, so far," I admitted.

The redhead's nose wrinkled in distaste before nodding his head and looking away from me. Madam Malkin declared he was done and he walked away with a short thank you.

"What's your name, dear?"

"Penny Jackson," I replied. "It's actually a nickname, but so's my brother's name. Perseus and Penelope are too long, so we just go by Percy and Penny. No one ever calls us by our full name though. Well, except my mom when she's mad at us, but she normally doesn't get mad at us. She's the best. It's pretty hard for her to raise my brother and me. We always get expelled from the schools we attend because we're always blamed for stuff we never really do."

"No father?"

"Mom said he had to leave," I told her, frowning. "I think he left us, though, so Percy and I have never pushed her to tell us."

"I'm sorry, dear," Madam Malkin looked at me sympathetically. "Your robes are done, dear."

I looked down, and indeed, they were. I blinked and Madam Malkin helped me take off the robes before leading me out of the back room.

I spotted my mother talking with a couple with red hair, but Percy was no where to be found.

"Mom!" I said, walking over to her. "Look!" I showed her my black robes. "I got robes!"

My mother smiled and gestured to me, "This is my daughter, Penny. She'll be starting her first year at Hogwarts. Dear, this is Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," I greeted. I continued to look around for my brother, "Where's Percy?"

"He couldn't stand waiting so he went out to take a walk," my mother explained. She turned to the Weasleys and said, "Percy is my son and Penny's twin brother."

"How interesting," Mr. Weasley mused. "We have a son named Percy, as well. He's starting his fifth year though."

"We do have a son that's starting his first year though," Mrs. Weasley said, looking at me. "His name is Ron."

I didn't know what to say, so I just blurted out, "Cool."

"I'm back, what'd I miss?" Percy's voice came, walking over to us.

"Perce!" I whirled around to my brother. "Look!"

"Cool," Percy said, touching the black fabric. "So how'd it go?" He looked at me curiously with his sea green eyes that were the same exact shade of mine.

"It was really weird," I told him honestly. "I was on this footstool and then this black cloth surrounded me and pins and needles started floating towards me. I had to stand still."

"Oh, I forgot to tell Madam Malkin you had ADHD," Mom looked down at me. "Did you give her a hard time?"

"What is this ADHD?" Mr. Weasley asked with a fascinated look in his eyes. Well, that was a new one.

My mother rested her hands on our shoulders before explaining, "It's an attention disorder. They can't sit still for long. That's why Percy had to leave and take a walk."

"Fascinating," Mr. Weasley stated truthfully. "Isn't is, Molly?" He turned to his wife. "ADHD."

"I saw this owl place during my walk," Percy informed me. "The list said you could have an owl, right?" I nodded. "We should get you an owl."

"One at a time, Percy," Mom said lightly. "You'd think you were the one going to school, not Penny." She smiled at the Weasleys and said, "It was a pleasure to meet you both, but we have to get going."

"Oh, yes," Mr. Weasley nodded his head. "We have to find our children. Have a nice day," he tilted his hat towards the three of us before leaving with Mrs. Weasley.

We went to pay for my robes and Mom apologized to Madam Malkin, who just waved it off with a smile.

Mom led us to a bookstore and began to buy our textbooks, which I found was rather lame. My mother smiled at me and walked over to the counter to pay, asking the witch there something.

The witch nodded, pulled out her wand, and tapped my set of books. My mother paid for them and then walked back to us. "Can you read this?" she inquired, showing me the book.

I blinked in surprise when I could clearly read the title of the book, A History of Magic, without a single problem. I flipped through the pages, and for once, the words didn't float off the page. Talk about cool.

"Whoa…" I gaped. Magic was awesome. Mom smiled before taking the book, placing it back in the bag she was holding.

"Now, let's go get that owl of yours," Mom declared. Percy jumped up and led us to a store that was called pEylseo Olw muEimrop.

On the way, I bumped into a wall and bounced back slightly. It wasn't until I looked up did I realize I bumped into a taller, older boy.

I blushed at the way the light hit his sunglow hair and his sky blue eyes sparkled back at me in amusement.

He looked around to be eighteen or nineteen, dressed casually in a tight white t-shirt that hugged his chest nicely, loose light jeans, and a pair of old black Converse. "Whoa, there," he said steadying me before I could fall back.

"I- uh, I'm, uh, dah, er…" I stammered stupidly. Great. I'm dyslexic, have ADHD, and have a speech disorder now. I took a shaky breath and exhaled deeply, "I'm sorry."

His lips curled up to reveal his pearly white teeth. He laughed and my heart fluttered at the musical sound he produced. "It's alright," he told me, his voice silky smooth. "It was my fault. As an apology, take this." He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a… pen? "Only open it when you most need it."

"Um… thank you?" I didn't know what to say. I took the pen, seeing his long fingers release the utensil as I grabbed it, looking at it curiously. It was just like any old ballpoint pen, except it had an engraving on the side, Thyella. 'Tempest,' my mind somehow read.

"You're welcome. Good luck, Penelope Jackson," the guy said from above me.

My head snapped up at my full name, but the boy was gone. "Where'd he go?" I asked myself, spinning around in a circle to find any trace of the blond. I shook my head when I found nothing and walked into the store, where Percy was eagerly looking around at all the different kinds of owls inside.

"My lady! My lady, over here!" I blinked at the sound and turned my head, searching for the voice. "Over here!"

I looked around before they landed on black orbs staring right back at me. My eyes darted around the being to see reddish-brown feathers with a large, round head.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked her. Well, judging by the sound of the voice, it was female.

"Are you talking to me?" she countered back.

I snorted. "Touché." I walked over to her and stuck my finger through the cage. The owl reached forward and began to lightly peck at my finger affectionately.

I looked down to see what type of owl it was, but could only read s'Ple Fngihsi wOl. "Mom?" I called, still playing with the owl. "What kind of owl is this?"

"It's a Pel's Fishing Owl," Mom informed me. "Do you like it?"

Percy appeared at my side, asking, "You gonna get this owl?"

The owl looked back at me, almost like she tried to give me the puppy-dog look. What? I looked at Mom, and gave her the best pleading look I could.

Mom smiled and said, "Of course." She bent down to kiss my forehead and I took the cage. The owl hooted in happiness, fluttering her wings in the cage before settling back down on her faux perch. We walked over to the owner and Mom paid for her.

"What're you gonna name it?" Percy asked as we exited the store. "Wait, is it a boy or a girl?"

"I'm thinking it's a girl," I told him. "I keep hearing this female voice in my head, like the owl's talking to me."

"That's me!" the owl said in my head. "What are you going to name me, my lady?"

"Hm…"I mused. "How about… Sofia? It means wisdom in Greek," I asked, looking at the owl. Whoa. How'd I know that meant wisdom?

"When did you learn Greek?" Percy asked me. "And how come I knew that, too?" Percy and I exchanged looks before shrugging our shoulders. It must've been something we picked up on TV without really knowing. Who said TV didn't teach you anything?

"Hm, we'll want to go to Ollivanders for your wand, Penny," Mom told me, ushering us off the streets, away from the huge crowd of people we were surrounded by. "Let's go."

We quickly found the store, but when I entered, it looked only like a ruddy old store. A noise made me jump and I whirled around, to see an old man with razzled white hair looking patiently at me. "Ah, Miss Jackson," he greeted me casually, like he's known me for a long time instead of just two seconds. "Dumbledore said you'd be arriving. I've already picked out a couple of wands for you to try."

I blinked and walked to the counter, where about four wands were placed in four separate boxes. I looked at who I assumed was Ollivander, and he nodded at the wands, telling me to try one out.

I picked the one up on the far left and Ollivander explained, "12 inches, oak, with unicorn hair as its core. Very flexible. Give it a wave."

I waved the stick, and my eyes widened in shock when an invisible force shoved off three books on a nearby table, making them crash onto the floor. I quickly put it back.

Ollivander had a bemused look on his face and inquired, "No? Try the next one."

This time, I picked up the one on the far right. I gave it a flick and my jaw dropped when the curtains set on fire. It disappeared as quickly as it appeared, though, and I saw that Ollivander has his own wand out.

I heard Percy coughing behind me, concealing laughter. I turned back to glare at my brother. He tossed me a wide grin, his eyes sparkling in amusement. Ugh. He's lucky I love him so much.

I looked back at the other two wands. Aw, man. What would happen if I destroyed this place? Then I'd never get a wand and my invitation to Hogwarts would be revoked. Man, expelled before even attending. Who'd have thought that was possible?

I cautiously reached for the one on the left and frowned. I waved it, and a bolt of electricity shot out, short-circuiting the place. "Crap. I'm sorry," I apologized. Percy laughed as the lights turned back on.

"No worries, my dear. It happens. Try the last one," Ollivander encouraged me.

I frowned, and picked up the last one. I flicked it, and a gush of wind made a few shelves in the back knock to the floor. I put back the wand quickly. I could hear Percy gawfulling in the background. Mom tried to hush him, but it was futile.

"Um… does that mean I don't get my own wand?" I asked carefully. Maybe I'd just end up with no wand and as a result, not be able to attend Hogwarts.

"No, no, my dear. There are still plenty of wands to choose from," Ollivander told me cheerfully. "I have had this much of a challenge since… well, ever!"

He went to the back and pulled out two boxes. His hand then hesitated before he put back the two and just grabbed that last one. He walked back and pointed this wand out to me.

"12 inches, laurel, with a pegasus hair for its core. Exceptionally rare. Very flexible and fluid," he informed me. "Give it a shot."

"I don't know," I said wearily. "I might just burn this store down and get kicked out before I even attended school. It wouldn't be the first time I got kicked out for a fire."

"I assure you that won't happen," Ollivander told me. "I have a good feeling about this wand."

I nodded before taking the wand in my hand. The second I grabbed it, I felt this power surge through me.

It felt almost like a high (not that I'd really know what it felt like), with all of this energy.

"This is it," Ollivander declared, crossing his arms, fully satisfied and proud of himself.

"How do you know?" I asked curiously, cocking my head to the side.

"You see, Miss Jackson, the witch does not choose the wand, but rather, the wand chooses the witch. And when you picked up this wand, it chose you," Ollivander explained, pointing at my Stick of Doom.

I blinked, still slightly confused, but accepted it, nonetheless. No use in arguing.

"That'll be fifteen galleons," Ollivander said to my mother.

"Wow," I exhaled. "That's... That's quite a bit of money."

"Your wand is incredibly unique, Miss Jackson. No one else in this world has this kind of wand," Ollivander assured me. "No one."

"That's fine, Penny," Mom told me. "There's more than enough in here." She walked up to Ollivander and paid him before we walked out, with me with a new wand.

I then realized something.

"Hey, Mom," I called for her attention.

"What is it, honey?" Mom looked down at me, confusion in her eyes. "Something wrong?"

"Well, y'know how I have to be on a train to actually get to school?" I inquired. Mom nodded. "How are we gonna get there if we live in Brooklyn? Do they have Floo chimney-thingies?" I mean, why would a chimney be at a train station?

"Th-that's a good question," Mom realized. "Perhaps we should contact Professor Dumbledore about that…"

"Ah, it's the Jacksons!" I heard a cheerful voice exclaim. I whirled around and spotted a large group of redheads, with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley leading the way. Mr. Weasley was the one who spoke. "Did you find everything alright?"

"Oh, yes," Mom said, nodding her head. "Thank you for the shop recommendations."

"You're most welcome," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Oh, these are our children. Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny. Kids, this is Miss Jackson and her two children, Percy and Penny."

"Hello," the five echoed.

"Blimey, a name just like Prissy? How much could that suck?" one of the twins asked. I recognized Percy (Weasley) was the boy that was with me when I was having my robes fitted.

"George, stop teasing your brother," Mrs. Weasley scolded.

"Blimey, she got my name right," George said, looking at his twin. He then turned to me and flashed a grin, "George Weasley at your service. I'm in Gryffindor and I serve as one of the Beaters on the Quidditch team."

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused. "What's a Gryffindor and what's a Beater for a Quidditch team?"

There was a collective gasp from the children before Mr. Weasley said, "Now, children, Penny comes from a Muggle family." That seemed to explain everything to them.

"Do you know if there's a chimney to Floo in at King's Cross Station?" Mom asked Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. "See, we live in Brooklyn, and that's all the way in the United States. We can't really just drive to the station."

"Oh my," Mrs. Weasley commented. "I'm afraid there isn't."

"Does that mean we get to stay in London?" Percy asked, looking at Mom.

"But, Percy, I have work and then there's Gabe…" she pointed out. "We could just contact Professor Dumbledore and maybe he'll find a way to get you here," she directed the last sentence to me.

"Dumbledore's a busy man!" Mrs. Weasley told Mom. "Why don't we pick up Penny from your house and we'll Apparate back?"

"I don't want to trouble you," Mom said, shaking her head. "We'll find a way."

"Oh, nonsense!" Mrs. Weasley waved off. "It'll only take a few seconds!"

Mom looked down at me and asked, "Well, Penny? What do you think?"

I was fidgeting by now, but I had managed to keep up with the conversation. Score. "Um… if that's alright with you guys."

Mr. Weasley smiled. "Perfect! We'll just Floo to your place and Apparate back then!"

[1] Funny thing I read on Urban Dictionary. Apparently "muggle" is a colloquial term for marijuana, hahah.

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