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Scarlett's first week of school at Hogwarts was rather frustrating.

She sat that morning at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, joking and laughing with James and Fred.

"So what do you think Scarlett? Good idea or what?" James asked.

"Oh, it sounds great!" Scarlett had no idea what he was talking about. He and Fred had begun telling her about some big epic prank they were planning on pulling soon, but Scarlett had not really been listening.

The butterflies in her stomach were having a field day.

Many thoughts of worry pestered her in the back of her mind.

What if I'm rubbish at magic? She thought. She had never performed a spell before, and did not think she would be any good at it.

What if her wand didn't like her?

That man in the wand shop had kept on saying "the wand chooses the wizard. The wand chooses the wizard." But had her wand really chosen her? It had emitted a few gold sparks at the wave of her hand, it had not really reacted the way James had told her a few days earlier that his (Maple and Golden Snidget Feathers, 11 3/4 inches) had when he held it in his hand for the first time.

Scarlett was handed her time table by Professor Longbottom.

James had been telling her about some of the subjects at Hogwarts, but she still had to stifle a giggle at the fact that they would be learning things like Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Magic.

That's what they would be learning.

Magic.

"Ready to go?" James smiled at her, his brown eyes dancing with excitement.

Scarlett nodded and they rose, beginning to walk side by side out of the Great Hall, when a familiar voice called from behind them, "Hey! Wait up mate! James? Scarlett?"

Scarlett and James burst into a fit of laughter and James said, "sorry Freddie, my dear little cousin, but you snooze you loose."

Fred grumbled inaudibly and continued with them on to their first class of the day - Charms.

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Scarlett's worst fears were proving true, and it became more and more frustrating.

After a week of school, she still had not gotten any more cooperation from her wand than a few golden sparks.

In Charms, she swished and flicked her heart out and muttered the various incantations to Professor Flitwick's heart's desire, but still achieved no results.

In Potions class, the potion would always either erupt in her face or not react to at all.

In Transfiguration, while all of the other first years had managed to transfigure their matches into needles after a few lessons (some taking longer than others) Scarlett's had not turned remotely pointy or silver.

Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts were no better. It seemed as though nothing magical wanted to have anything to do with her. At first she had thought that this was due to the fact that she was a muggleborn, but there were many other muggleborn witches and wizards in her year, and they were all doing just fine as far as Scarlett knew.

"Oh come on Scarlett!" James tried to comfort her. "It just takes a bit of practice, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon." He smiled reassuringly at her.

It warmed her heart to know that he really cared about her and wanted her to succeed, he even offered to give her some help, especially in Transfiguration, his best subject.

"No thanks." She politely declined.

"All right then. But don't worry, Scar, I'm sure you'll do great. You're getting better as a matter of fact. I think your wand did get a bit brighter today in Charms when we were practicing Lumos."

Scarlett blushed. She knew full well that that wasn't true, but immensely appreciated how James was going out of his way to make her feel better.

She considered James Potter to be her best friend.

She had known him only a short while - a very short while in fact. But he was the only one who she felt comfortable opening up to. The only one who really seemed to get her. The only one who she, Scarlett, seemed to get.

James winked at her. Grinning a grin that she was beginning to see he wore a lot. A grin that she was beginning to know and love worn by the boy she considered to be her best friend, despite having only known him a few weeks.