Chapter 2:

AN: Hey everyone! Guess who's a lazy writer. ME! Sorry this took so long, and sorry this chapter is also pretty short. I just visited my sister in Chicago and I didn't really have any time to write there. Trust me, though. The next chapter will be coming out much sooner. I'm going to try to establish a schedule so you'll know when to check this fic.

After Misty's venture into Diagon Alley, it was an agonizing three month wait for the Hogwarts Express. Her dad seemed have cheered up for some reason after Diagon Alley, so she passed the time by playing Quidditch with her friends and letting her dad teach her how to synthesize certain potions. Her dad had experience brewing these potions, as he was a professional alchemist.

"I was never particularly skilled in magic," her dad said one day when Misty asked him why he was an alchemist, "So I decided to become a potionmaker. It was my least favorite class at Hogwarts because I hated the teacher, but I loved the subject."

Finally, the end of August arrived and Misty and her father left for King's Crossing. Misty had already dressed in her uniform and was ready to go.

"I'll see you at Christmas, Misty," her father said to her as he hugged her next to the Hogwarts Express.

"Love you Dad," Misty said with a smile as she boarded the train and waved goodbye through the window.

As MIsty walked through the hall, she tried to find an empty compartment so she could take a nap on the way. Before too long, Misty was able to find a nice seat in a deserted cabin while resting her head on the window, looking at the rolling green countryside as they passed it by.

Before too long, however, Misty heard the cabin door sharply slide open, and the person behind it revealed to be Randet, the girl from the tailor.

"See," Randet said to the boy beside her, "this is miss talks-a-lot from the tailor that I told you about."

"Sorry?" Misty asked. She raised her head from the window. "I don't remember talking that much at the tailor."

"And lo she speaks," Randet said with a laugh. "And do you see her white hair? It looks like a furball from Rapunzel's cat!"

Misty looked at her platinum hair in the reflection. It certainly looked very frizzy, but Misty didn't know where she got the idea that it looked like a furball.

"Lay off her, Randy," the boy next to her said. "You always talk about other people like that."

"I always talk about other idiots like that," Randet said. "Come on brother, I want to introduce you some actual cool people."

As Randet walked off, the boy took a step into Misty's cabin. "Sorry about my sister. Sometimes she can judge people a bit too harshly." He shook Misty's hand. "My name's Lance. Yours?"

"M-Misty," the witch said as she looked into Lance's bright blue eyes. His blonde hair covered his left, but his right was clear with a small scar under it. He was still in muggle clothes, with a bright blue T-shirt and navy jeans.

"Well, I guess I'll see you soon at Hogwarts, Misty."