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"Lo-London?"

I ran to Poppy with my arms outstretched. She did the same. We wrapped our arms tightly around each other.

"I missed you so much!" I whispered in her ear. .

"Me too!" she happily whispered back.

Kay, let me explain here. After my parents died in that car accident when I was six, I got put in "Mrs. Lorene's Home for Children," which was like the best place ever. I met Poppy Kitani, who was six also and had her regular old black hair, and we became best friends very quickly. BUt after just 3 years, she got adopted and moved away. That was a hard time for me, but I got through it with a few mediocre friends.

Then I got adopted at age 9, a few months after Poppy did by Ashlynn and Ben Hudok, and we stayed in Canada for one more year before we moved to London in the UK. And you already know the rest.

We let go of each other and walked back to my parents. "Hi. So, this is Poppy Kitani, my best friend from the orphanage way back in Canada." I said, introducing her.

"Hey." Poppy said with a little wave of her hand.

"I like your hair, Poppy." Mom said, gesturing at Poppy's bright pink hair.

"Oh thanks. I'm thinking about getting it dyed black again before we get to Hogwarts." Poppy replied, unconsciously touching her hair. I lightly bumped her with my shoulder.

"What house do you think your gonna get in?" I asked her. She shrugged.

"I don't know. But Gryffindor or Hufflepuff sounds cool. What 'bout choo?"

"I dunno too."

Cue the awkward silence.

"Well," Dad said, interrupting our silent staring contest. "We gotta go back to the house to pack up London's bags."

"Kay, well, bye then Popps." I said, using her old nickname. She smiled. Yes, something familiar in this new place.

"Bu-bye London." She grinned.

We walked away, and exited the Leaky Cauldron, and called a taxi. And when we got in, it was smelly. I'm not exagerating at all. I had to hold my nose the whole ride home.

(skipping parts until I get to where she has to go on the train and say goodbye to her "parents" because I'm too lazy to write them and those parts are boring)

I stood in front of the Hogwarts train, which was gleaming in all its magnificence. My parents stood beside me with looks of awe on their faces.. It was quite funny, actually, cause my parents faces looked like they were constipated.

I took out my phone and quickly and look a picture. That got them out of their trance.

"You better delete that…" Dad muttered under his breath. I sent him a grin.

"Nope." I said, rolling my eyes.. "Anyways, I'll miss you guys when I'm at Hogwarts."

Tears welled in Mom's eyes, but remained unfallen. "Oh sweets, we'll miss you so much." She wrapped me up in a hug. Too tight…can't breathe…

"Too…tight mom." I fake wheezed. Mom immediately let go. She believed me, yesssss.

"You okay?" She asked, concern on her face.

Dad sighed. "She was faking it, hon." Mom looked back at me with an exasperated look on her face.

"Really?" Mom gave me a look.

"Yes." I gave her a cheeky smile. Suddenly, the Hogwarts train let out a 'I don't know what that sound is called' that probably was a warning to get on the train.

"Kay, well, I gotta go, so, um, bye?" I said awkwardly.

"See you at Christmas." Dad said, smiling sadly.

I nodded and ran to the train. I jumped up into the opening, almost fell backwards, and got into the hallway, which led into several compartments. I don't really want to go into every single compartment and check if she's there. So I did the most reasonable thing I could do.

"POPPY KATANI COME OUT RIGHT THIS MINUTE!" I yelled at the top of my lungs in my most adult voice I could muster.

She stumbled out of the compartment, shaking her head around wildly. "Yes? Who wanted me?"

"Hey, Poppy. So we're gonna go find this kid named Rowan and he's gonna sit with us too." I said, with no room to argue. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the compartment to my left. I looked around and saw Rowan's head stuck in a book.

"Rowan. Come." I beckoned with my hand. He didn't look up from the book.

So I did the most reasonable thing possible: I took it from him and ran, grabbing Poppy's hand as I did so.

"Hey! Give me back my book!" I heard him yell behind me. I kept on running. I took a sharp corner (Lol Lindsey where you at) and headed into an empty compartment. I then placed the book down gently in front of the window, and Poppy and I hid behind the compartment's doors. Rowan came running in the room, looked around til he found the book, and crouched down in front of it, turning his back to us.

Let's just say that was a bad idea.

Poppy and I slammed the doors closed, and Rowan jumped up, crouched in a defensive position. I chuckled.

"Oooo. You gonna go all Karate Kid on us, Rowan?" I teased. He stood up straight and brushed off his clothes. He sent a little glare my way. Hehe, take that.

"HI!" Poppy said in a very loud voice. Rowan looked to her, startled. "My names Poppy Louise Kitani! What's yours?" As you can all tell, Poppy is very energetic and loud.

He held out his hand. "Names Rowan Richard Edge." They shook hands and immediately started to question each other about what the other one liked. They figured out that they both shared a love for Doctor Who.

"Soooooo what's your favorite doctor?" Poppy asked, bouncing slightly up and down.

"Eleventh." He answered smiling.

"Omagosh, that's my favorite one too!" Poppy practically squealed. I fake winced. She noticed, and hit me on the arm playfully. I pretended to stumble, and the fall down, "dying."

"Tell my mom...I love her..." I whsipered, then turned my head to the side, like they do in the movies to show that they're "dead."

After a few moments, we all exploded into laughter. I got back up on the seats while Rowan and Poppy continued on their conversation. I just got out my phone and proceeded to play Crossy Road. I played a couple of levels before I felt someone stare at me. Huh, I understand why they would be lookin' at this hot bod. I looked up and met the eyes of Rowan.

I raised my eyebrows. "Couldn't keep ya eyes off of me for too long, huh Rowan?" I smirked.

He ignored my teasing and pointed at the phone in my hands. "What is that?" He questioned.

Wait a minute. Shouldn't he know what a phone is...? Oh, I remember. He's a pureblood. "It's a phone, Rowan." I said slowly. I turned to Poppy. "Here. Show him the ropes." I tossed my phone to her. They began talking again.

I just got out my Apple laptop and opened Google Drive and started to work on my next fanfiction chapter. Chapter 63, here we go! Yet again, I felt someone's eyes on me yet again.

"It's called an Apple computer Rowan." I said, not even looking up.

Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom. "We will be arriving at Hogwarts in 15 minutes. Please change into your robes as soon as possible. Thank you." I immediately pointed at the door and looked at Rowan.

"Out." He obeyed and walked out of the compartment door. Soooooooooo, Poppy and I changed into our robes, and walked outside of the compartment so Rowan could go and change, blah blah blah. Basically, we just stood there until a group of 3rd years boys came up to us.

"Hey, hot stuff." A boy said, leaning on the door beside me with a smirk on his face. I looked around, and saw that he was the leader of the little group.

"Sorry not sorry." I quickly said. His face morphed into confusion riiiiiiiiiiiight before I punched him in the face.

What can I say? I don't tolerate that kind of stuff.

His nose started to pour out blood at an alarming rate right when Rowan opened the door. I walked inside, brushing past him. I saw his mouth start to open to ask what happened, but I cut him off.

"He was being an arrogant ignorant crouton. Arrogant ignorant croutons get punched in the face." I said. Rowan closed his mouth, and shook his head in a 'whatever' manner .

Out of nowhere, the train screeched to a stop. We all stumbled a bit, but being the clumsy one, I fell over completely. Great. Just great. Poppy helped me up, and we all walked out of the train in our little group. A voice floated through the talking of students.

"Firs' years! Firs' years, o'er here!" A voice resembling Hagrid's yelled. I headed over there, latching onto Poppy's and Rowan's wrists.

"Come on guys!" I said excitedly.

We came to the line of first years, and lined up with them. I let go of their wrists, and began to slightly jump up and down in excitement.

Poppy looked at me and said, "Goodness London, calm yourself!"

I sent her a playful glare. "Don't tell me what to do Poppy!" She giggled.

Then we were walking to what I presumed to be the lake where we would ride the boats to the castle. Speaking of the castle, the view of it from here was simply magnificent. The castle's outline stood out against the setting sun, making the lit up windows appear even brighter.

Rowan, Poppy, some other 5th year girl and her friend, and I loaded into one boat. The two 5th year girls started to gossip about some guy in their year, but Poppy, Rowan, and I just kept silent, annoyed by the girls.

We arrived at the castle, and went through the castle and into the Great Hall. Headmaster Mcgonagall said some things I ignored. So we walked into the Great Hall, and the current students at Hogwarts started to guess who went into which house.

Peeps started to get called up and get sorted, but I just was in lala land.

Until my name was called.

I walked up to the stool and plopped down, almost falling down. One of the students from the Gryffindor table yelled, "Definitely a Hufflepuff!" A few people around her snickered. I glared at them coldly.

Hmm, what do we have here? I immediately recognized the voice as the Sorting Hat. Smart and sarcastic, but not all that bookish. Brave too, but not too much chivalry. Oh, she's kind too. Ah, cunning. I know what you are exactly. Better be...

"SLYTHERIN!"

The Great Hall was silenced.

AN: Haha, a cliffy! I was gonna leave it as you didn't know what house she was in, but I decided to spare you all and not do it. SO, tell me what you think of her house and if she should've been put in one of the other three houses. Kay, that's all folks!

Peace out girl scouts and see you on the flip side! Stay gold.

P.S. Remember to answer the questions! Pwease! :3

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