-1New chapter! Lots of Salem Institute but not much Hogwarts, sorry about that, I'll be putting more Hogwarts in the next chapter!

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Chapter 3

"The British are coming! The British are coming!" The shriek echoed through the courtyard causing laughter amongst the students who were crowded around to welcome the visitors from the other schools.

"Leonard Hubert Trippe get down from there this instant!" Professor Fillman, the second year Magical Literature teacher, called up to the yeller who was seated once again on his favorite statue. Seeing the look in her eye, he clambered down quickly, blushing from the use of his full name.

"Yes Leonard, how could you possibly think that was a good idea?" Nick joked, ducking as Trippe took a swing at his head.

"Sir Hubert we must be setting a good example for our little guests!" Xander added and was not quick enough, receiving a loud slap to the back of the head.

"Look! Here comes West Coast!" somebody called and the three boys turned to see about a one hundred teenagers clad in navy blue robes appear suddenly in clumps of about six, each group holding a random piece of garbage.

"God I would shoot myself if we had to wear uniforms," Trippe muttered as he watched the groups fix the collared shirts and ties that sat under their robes before rushing towards the Salem students, searching the crowd for the faces of their friends that they had made in the past.

"Emerson!" a short blur of blue and blond screeched as she jumped on a prepared Emerson.

"Hey Ryin!" she smiled, hugging her cousin tightly. "How's it going? Last year huh?" she nudged Ryin who smiled brightly.

"Hell yeah! And it's shaping up to be a good one! Dad bought me a Firebolt,"

"Hopefully that will help you catch the snitch before the other team already puts too many quaffles in," Trippe said with a smirk and received an elbow to the stomach.

"Oh god if we lose every game again this year, I'm seriously castrating somebody," she huffed and the group laughed.

Ryin Shea was admittedly the best seeker at either American school. It had been five years since she had missed a snitch and never let anybody forget that. Unfortunately, the West Coast Academy was not known for their defense, or offense for that matter, and Ryin's team was currently holding a ten year losing streak because the last time they had scored with the quaffle was six years ago and nobody could recall the last time their keeper had blocked anything. Scores would often end up somewhere around 260-150, causing Ryin to spend the next three hours after the match berating her team in the locker room about stepping it up because she was obviously the only one doing her job. Last year though, after an embarrassing 730-150 loss against the Maniyakal team, she had not spoken to her team after the game. In fact she didn't speak to them for nearly a week afterwards and couldn't make eye contact with her cousin for the rest of their stay.

"Well I hate tell you Ry, but if you are playing the same guys as you had last year-" Emerson started.

"-Or the year before that," Nick added.

"-Or the year before that," Xander continued.

"You haven't got a fleeting chance at semi-finals let alone the cup," Emerson finished.

"Oh don't worry, two chasers graduated and our keeper decided that he was sick of explaining cracked ribs to the healers so we had to have trials this year. Got a few new people, muggle-borns, the chasers are brothers, used to play basketball, know something about putting the round thing in the hole-"

"And I'm sure you'd help them if they didn't," Trippe offered and was hit by both girls.

"And the keeper was a soccer player, agile, a bit small as he is a freshman, but much better than Caster's fat ass."

"Well hopefully than it will be more of a match than last years beating," Emerson caused the group to stifle a laugh and Ryin looked murderous.

"Grandma told you not to bring that up anymore."

"Oh I know but I couldn't help it," she laughed. "Won't happen again."

There was a second of silence before Emerson said, "What did we do, quadruple your score?" she was met with a rain of Ryin's fists as she blocked her face and laughed. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry I'll stop now."

"Good. Have you heard anything from the Brits yet?"

"No, but when we know how they're coming, we'll make sure to warn you with the lamps on the clock tower," Nick said.

"One if by land, two if by sea," Xander added and Ryin rolled her eyes.

"They've been making Paul Revere jokes all morning," Emerson said with annoyance. "It got old about two hours ago."

"I can imagine."

"The Aussies are here!" Trippe called and pointed to a spot in front of them where the ground seemed to giving away, dirt raining down into a hole which kept growing wider. It had reached about fifty yards in diameter as what looked like a massive, triple decker RV began to rise up from it. The door of the RV bore a coat of arms that crossed a wand with a boomerang over an aborigine war mask, painted in an olive green on the khaki colored door.

"Impressive entrance this year," Ryin said with a nod as she clapped along with the rest of the students.

"Yeah, but entrances don't make up for poor playing," Emerson commented, eliciting nods from the surrounding students.

The door opened and a wild looking man exited first wearing a safari hat and long brown robes. Professor Barbers, the headmaster, seemed to have gotten hairier since the last time that they had seen him, if that was at all possible. He stepped aside with a large grin on his face, allowing his students to exit the van in their khaki robes. There wasn't much time for introductions and hellos, however, as not five minutes after Australia's arrival, a sharp train whistle burst through the air behind them. The students turned in time to see a huge archway open in the dense trees and a shining red train come hurtling from inside. It rode on tracks which built themselves underneath the train as it went. The Hogwarts Express had completed its first journey to America.