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Waking up this morning I don't know what to do with myself as I stare at my alarm clock on the nightstand, watching the time slowly pass. I'm wide awake at ten in the morning after tossing and turning all night in a fit of sleeplessness. There is some noise outside as it seems every girl in our dormed area is awake. Doors slamming, footsteps up and down the stairs, loud talking. Man do I miss being home.

Finally I hear a slow knock to the door, making me sit up and look in that direction in caution. "Who is it?" I call out.

The door slowly opens up, a mound of bushy brown hair comes through the crack first before a light face pops in. "Sorry to burst in." her British accent gets out, "I was told that there was a new student. Thought I'd come introduce myself."

I half smile, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Come in."

She opens the door more, "I'm Hermione Granger."

When she fully gets inside I see that she is wearing regular No Maj clothes. But to my surprise she's wearing them correctly, jeans and a t-shirt with converse. There are some wizards and witches that when they go by the old wizarding dress codes they don't know the concept of trying to blend in. Like they'll mix match everything and think it's perfectly fine. I once saw a man wear PJ pants with a suit on top of his cloak. He thought this was normal. So when I say that I'm taken a bit off guard with this, then yea, I had to keep my mouth from dropping. I assumed this school would have been the same as what I've seen before. I guess I stereotyped a bit.

"Emma Kelly."

She smiles, closing the door behind her. "Oh, you're going to get along with two of my dormmates." she says a bit excitedly, "They are American as well."

This gets my attention as I straighten up, "You're one of the fifth years McGonagall mentioned."

She nods, sitting on the end of my bed by my feet. It's like she is trying not to overwhelm me. "Yes, also a Prefect."

"Sweet."

She smiles, "I love the way you guys talk."

I half laugh, "Guess you hear our ways of talking often then."

She nods, "Quite. Not to mention there are a good amount of American speakers in school." she smiles, "I remember my mates faces when they first heard our slang."

I laugh, "I get it. My parents are British, so trying to get used to us learning American English was a lot for them to grasp."

"Us?"

"Oh. Me and my twin brother."

"Is he in Gryffindor as well?"

I shake my head, "Hufflepuff."

"And you both came from Ilvermorny?"

I nod, "All five in a half years."

"Brilliant."

I smile a little, getting a bit upset again.

She seems to notice, "Homesick?"

I give a half smile, looking down at my hands. "A little."

"I get it. New school."

I look up, "And new people."

Her eyes get sympathetic, then looks around. "Seems you got the place to yourself."

I slowly nod, "Good news is I don't have to worry about bothering anyone."

"Well if you ever get lonely you got us right next door. Come by any time."

I slightly smile, "Thanks."

"My pleasure." She stands, "Well I have to go to the library. Got a few things to do before classes tomorrow." then she seems to be thinking, "If you want someone to sit with at meals you're welcome to sit with us."

I smile, "I'll definitely take that into consideration."

She nods, then turns on her heels and heads off to the door. She waves one last time and then leaves.

Once the door closes behind her I take a breath and plop back onto my pillow, all my emotions hitting me at once as I stare up at the ceiling. My eyes start to water and I dig the palms of my hands to my eyes. I miss my room. I miss my friends.

When I finally calm myself down I get out of bed and head to the bathroom, not bumping into anyone else and then head back to my room. I go over to the dresser, grabbing some clothes that I filled it up with when I was too wide awake to go to sleep last night. After I slip into blue jeans ripped at my knees, an elbow length black shirt, and white vans I brush out my hair, looking into the circled mirror on top of the dresser. I debate for a few seconds whether to keep it down or tie it up. In the end I decide to keep it down and then walk over to the full body mirror on the wall next to my bed that I summoned last night.

I watch my reflection, turning my body to each side to see how I look on my first day here. Maybe the ripped jeans isn't appropriate. Then my shirt is so loose that it keeps falling off one of my shoulders, revealing my bra and I have to fix it. Damn it, I'll be kicked out before school even starts.

Finally I decide to just leave it alone, maybe no one will notice because my hair covers my shoulder a little. Or maybe no one will care if some skin is shown. This isn't the 1800's, it's not against the law.

I go back to my nightstand, grabbing my wand and stuff it into my front pocket. All of my pants are enchanted with a charm that allows my pockets to expand to the objects I put in them, definitely comes in handy. Then I grab my inhaler and stick that into my pocket too. I've had asthma since I was born, one of the unlucky things I got that my twin didn't.

Once I step out onto the staircase I walk down the steps, getting closer to the door that Hermione said she stays in. But before I can decide if I should knock to introduce myself to her roommates the door flies open and a girl runs into me, almost making me topple down the steps.

"Oh, crap." she grabs onto my arms to catch me, "I'm so sorry."

I subconsciously grabbed onto her forearms when she held onto me, so I slowly let go. My eyes meet with this girl taller than me with light skin, long black hair pulled up in a ponytail, and dark brown eyes behind her glasses. She's one of the American's I was told about in this room.

"It's okay." I smile, "My bad."

"You're Emma, right?"

I slowly nod, "Yea, Emma Kelly."

She goes to say something, but instead her mouth stays open and her face goes into confusion. "Don't we know each other?"

I slant my eyebrows in confusion now, trying to picture where we could have. "Not sure?"

"Where in America do you live?"

"Brooklyn, New York. You?"

"Also Brooklyn." her eyes widen, "Wait, didn't we go to elementary school together?"

I watch her for a long time, there is something familiar about her now that I stare at her more. But could it be that easy to meet someone I knew from New York here?

"We did!" she yells loud enough to make me jump from it, "We were in the same homeroom from third to fifth grades."

I shake my head, "I...I don't remember, I'm sorry."

"I'm Breanna. I always hung out with Jennifer Stuart and her cousin Stephanie Jacobs all the time."

Now my mouth starts to slowly drop, staring at her for so long that she probably thinks I'm crazy. "Breanna Campos?"

She smiles and nods, "The one and only."

I do know her, she was the older girl who stayed back a year when she was in second grade. Then had to repeat it over with the year below hers, which was mine. She was so shy that she'd keep to herself unless her friends got her to talk, you didn't even know she was around. Then some bullies starting bothering her so often that it was hard not to know who she was after that, especially when "magical things" happened around her. I always thought it was mine, Aiden's, Mandy and Sadie's doing. I felt horrible not being able to confess our magic side, so we'd try to stick up for her when we could. She used to get picked on so often that she could barely hold herself together.

She looks so grown up now, her features more matured, even taller than she used to be. I mean, I haven't seen her for over five years because I went to Ilvermorny, so that explains the moment of not recognizing her. But this is definitely that shy kid from No Maj school.

"Oh my God, Bree?"

"Yea!"

I laugh, pulling her into a hug. "I didn't know you were a witch."

She pulls away from me, looking down with a smile. "And I had no idea you were one. What are you doing here?"

"Transfered from Ilvermorny."

Her face goes slack, her eyes widening. "W-Why would you do that?"

I don't like the change in tone she got all of a sudden, "My brother has been begging to come since forever. Mom and dad finally got it done."

"What do you mean they finally got it done?"

"We were never sent letters from Hogwarts because we were born in the states."

She has a confused look, "So was I, yet I've been her since first year."

"How is that possible?"

"My family have been going to Hogwarts for generations, even being American we descended from a British background from my dad's side of the family. They used to live in England before my great grandparents moved to the states."

"And you still got your letter?"

She nods, "Exactly. Even Jenny got hers." she points to the name on the plaque for Jennifer Stuart. "Both sides of her family had members who worked here as American teachers generations ago. So since that time kids from their family line have been given the choice to come to this school too."

I think about this for awhile, did my parents lie to us? If so, then why? But before I can even ask more about this she's shaking her head at me, terror in her eyes.

"Why are you giving me that look?"

"You shouldn't have come, Emma."

"What?"

"There's a lot of bad stuff going on here since he got back."

"Since who got back?"

"The most evil wizard to ever walk the earth."

I bite my lip, not understanding what she's talking about. "I don't get it, Breanna."

"Don't you remember the stories of an evil wizard who tried to take over the wizarding world? The one Harry made go away?"

"Harry as in Potter?" she slowly nods and my heart sinks, "Wait...what do you mean he's back?"

"You haven't heard?"

I shake my head, smoothing my hair behind my ear. "N-No."

She has a scared look on her face, looking behind to her empty room. "Come inside, there's a lot you need to know."