Hello again! It is time for a new Mayberry Dotter, I know it's not Mayberry Monday, but it's Sunday Funday! Thanks for the comments and ideas, keep them coming. Hopefully, I will be able to write another chapter later this week. And to answer the spells questions, I think I am going to keep some incantations and change some up...or if anyone has ever thought of a good spell they want, please let me know! Time for the story!

Mayberry Dotter's stomach was very full, scratch that, Mayberry Dotter's stomach was fuller than three Thanksgiving, two Christmas dinners, and one Halloween candy raid. Her stomach was beyond the scope of fullness. Even so, as Mayberry clutched her stomach she reached for another one of Franny's Frolicking Flower seed candy. No amount of fullness could stop her from continuing to the turmoil of the flavor sensation that was driving her taste buds wild. The bright pink seed shaped candy, once touching her tongue popped open like an actual flower seed. The tiny flower grew in her mouth; Mayberry tried not to laugh and tried not to move her tongue as the flower grew. She felt the seed sprouts strings roots that hit the bottom of her mouth and a tiny stem shoot up.

"Don't move a muscle!" Veronica was over her staring at her mouth as the candy flower grew inside. Apparently, Franny's Frolicking Flower's candies were supposed to be able to grow to the size of a full August flower inside your mouth. Veronica swears she heard from one of her sisters that someone had let the flower grow so big, it bulleted out of their nose.

The candy flower's delicate petals danced across the top of Mayberry's mouth. She tried not to think about the tickling sensation, or the sugar gelling at the bottom of her gums, or the fact that Veronica was currently staring into her nose.

"I can almost see it!" Veronica screamed, dancing on the green seat.

Mayberry could feel the petals itch the back of her-

She sneezed.

"Oh come on!" Veronica huffed as she circled around on the seat like an angry dog then landing next to the window, "you were so close!" Mayberry couldn't answer her back, she was too busy chewing the rest of the candy, once the flower begins growing, it doesn't stop until the mouth moves or in this case chews.

"At least I got farther than you!" Mayberry giggled back in between the explosion of the pink lily flavored sugar. She decided she liked the purple petunia flavored seed better, Mayberry licked her lips, but this one was fine too.

"No, you didn't!" Veronica laughed and stared out the window. The window had turned from green rolling hills, to white wildflowers, to now, a thick forest that was hard to see into.

"I thought you said we would be able to see the castle?" Mayberry pushed her glasses up on her nose and stared out into the forest abyss.

"Well, that's what Gina said," Veronica crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, "but she also said a flower candy could grow out of your nose."

Mayberry squinted closer towards the distance, she had lost track of time since the snack cart, and now, had no idea if it how long it had been since they have left platform nine and one quarter. The train's steady rhythm and the other's students joyful laughing was like a time warp to her mind. It could have only been two hours, or even eight. Heck, Mayberry could have been on this train for a few days now.

It had been three hours and twenty-nine minutes.

Mayberry looked over at her companion, no scratch that, Mayberry Dotter looked at her new friend. Veronica's red braids were messy and she still had a red line of sugar around her lips from the Lorna's Laughing Lips suckers. As Mayberry watched her new friend's large brown eyes slid into a sugar comatose close, Mayberry couldn't help but smile. She had spent every day of her eleven years and four days life wishing for a friend. And now, without Mayberry even realizing it, she had one. Veronica's brown eyes fully sealed into full on nap mode as Mayberry felt her own eyes dropping. Her full sugared stomach was making her head sleepy.

The hallway was dark. It was the kind of dark that Mayberry did not like, the kind that was only made for horror movies or shaky underground subway tunnels. The floor beneath her feet was damp. Mayberry could feel the wetness seep into the soles of her feet. She was wearing shoes, Mayberry looked down. Yes, she couldn't believe her feet were wet when she had these types of shoes on. Mayberry was sporting thick black hiking boots, the shoes perfect for traveling up mountains or down into caves. But for some reason, the damp ground seeped into her white socks.

"Siccum!" A blinding light flashed down by her feet. The light passed through the dark hallway reaching the end and vanished. Her feet, immediately dry, she could feel the softness of the dry white socks kissing her long toes.

She continued walking down the dark damp hallway and with each footstep, Mayberry's wobbly scar burned crueler. But for some reason, she couldn't touch it. She couldn't reach her arm up to caress the burn.

The dry feet that didn't feel like Mayberry's anymore marched down the hallway and stopped at a wooden door that would look better in a haunted house. The black paint was peeling off the sides and the rusted doorknob was turning a sickly shade of green. Mayberry squinted and was able to make out a reddish cursive writing on the door, Potions. A hand that didn't feel like Mayberry's hand reached out, it's tanned skinned and purple silken arm extended towards the door. This was not Mayberry's arm. But still, Mayberry could feel the blistered door beneath her knuckles as the hand knocked on the haunted house door.

Knock, knock.

Mayberry screamed out in pain, the heat from her forehead was making it hard to breathe. The image in front of her began to dissipate, the haunted door, the hand, and the dark hallway faded. She winced again, Mayberry tried to open her eyes. Tried to move her body. She needed to see who was on the other side of the door.

The door opened.

A woman with a long nose, coffee colored skin and thin black pieces of hair grimaced back.

Mayberry woke up.

"Mayberry! Mayberry!"

Mayberry Dotter woke up to the shaking of her shoulders and the burning in her forehead. She squinted her eyes open to meet the brown eyes of her new friend. Her new friend who was very much scared.

"Mayberry wake up!" Veronica continued to shake Mayberry's shoulders even as Mayberry sat up.

"I'm up Veronica," Mayberry replied, her voice wasn't nearly as loud as Veronica's, for some reason Mayberry was having a hard time getting her senses. She had a wailing headache and her wobbly star-shaped scar continued to burn holes into her skin.

"Oh my gosh you're up!" Veronica sat back down but her large brown eyes continued to study Mayberry, study her like the test results a teacher forgot to put away. "I was so worried," Veronica nervously explained with her pale hands, "I was asleep too, but then I heard you screaming and I woke up and then I tried to wake you but…" Veronica stopped her two-toothless mouth wide open.

"But what?" Mayberry glanced out towards the window now filled with a large body of water. She gently touched her scorching scar, the light touch of her hands only making it worse.

"But then you knocked."

"Knocked?" Mayberry turned back and watched as Veronica demonstrated what Mayberry had supposedly done while she was sleeping. Veronica, in a slumped over napping position brought her hand up and pounded the fist in the air.

Knock, knock.

Mayberry shivered, it was almost like she could see that haunted house door all over again. She tried not to think about the way the door felt beneath her knuckles, Mayberry glanced at her hand, it's skin red like she just pounded on a door. Mayberry gulped.

"Mayberry?" Veronica's voice shook.

"I don't know why in my dream I was walking down a hallway, then I knocked and then…" Mayberry touched her forehead again.

"What's that?" Veronica pointed to wobbly scar. Mayberry pushed her bangs across her head. Veronica gasped, "I thought that was a myth?"

"Excuse me?" Mayberry blushed her cheeks felt as red as Veronica's wild braids.

"Your...your story."

"My story?"

"You mean you don't even know your story?" Veronica whispered as she stumbled over to sit next to Mayberry. Mayberry shook her head. She didn't know her own story. Mayberry Dotter was storyless.

"Mayberry, your story. Mayberry…you remained," Veronica whispered.

"I remained where?"

"Alive! Mayberry, you were the only one to remain alive! She Who Must Not Be Heard killed everyone," Veronica reached out and held Mayberry's hand, she gently squeezed it, "your Mom, your Dad, She Who Must Not Be Heard killed them but not you," Veronica pushed Mayberry's bangs across her forehead, "She Who Must Not Be Heard tried to kill you, but instead you got rid of her, and that scar,

Veronica's hands lightly danced across it, "that scar is the proof."

Mayberry was silent, but her mind raged. She had a story, Mayberry Dotter wasn't storyless anymore and suddenly everything made sense. Her mind pieced together the whispers at the Almost Overflowing pub, the stares down the Haidron Alley, and the wand that burned in her pocket. She had a story.

Mayberry was so enthralled by Veronica's tale she didn't even realize they had stopped. Veronica did though because the minute the train's rhythm ended, the other student's excited laughter became anticipated whispers, and the window showed a dark sandy beach Veronica let go of Mayberry's hand and began dancing wildly around in circles.

"Mayberry! Mayberry!" Veronica began to shake Mayberry's shoulders, but this time, Mayberry was not waking from a nightmare, she was living in a dream. "Mayberry we are finally here!"

Mayberry pushed her bangs back from her forehead and stood up. It was only a nightmare, probably caused by all the sugar she had just inhaled. She was not going to let that ruin her day, because off in the distant, as Mayberry grabbed Veronica's hand to run down the green-carpeted aisle and out of the train, there was an island all on its own. An island that had the biggest castle Mayberry had ever seen.

"That's it!" Veronica pointed to the castle on an island. The castle that sparkled with white bricks, which shined with huge windows and had at least seven towers. It was the kind of castle built in the Middle Ages, dreamt about in fairytales, and wished upon in movies. Mayberry's feet sprinted through the sand as she continued to squeeze Veronica's hand. She didn't even care that she heard the snickers of the older students, "first years," a few mumbled as they dashed past. Mayberry was too happy to care.

"It's beautiful!" Mayberry and Veronica shrieked as they ran around in happy circles, their feet tracing patterns in the dark sand.

"First years over here!" A voice bellowed through the excitement. Mayberry and Veronica exhausted now, stopped their happy dance. She swirled around, Mayberry suddenly realizing the older students have left. As she looked around at the other student's faces she saw shadows of nervousness, but more importantly excitement. Only the first years remained on the dark sand.

"First years last call, unless ya' fools wanna be left at this beach!" Veronica and Mayberry hurried over to the voice. They wiggled through the kids to pop out in front.

"Glad to see you, Mayberry!" The voice was Hagrida, still in her leather jacket of many pockets but this time instead of the large boots, her huge feet peeked out in sandals. Mayberry giggled, she looked like the oddest person to ever be on a beach.

"Hello Hagrida" Mayberry smiled up as the first years around her shifted in their stances, "thank you for the iowl.L Mayberry could feel Veronica's tiny elbow jab into her ribs.

"You know her!" Veronica whispered in her ear. But didn't whisper soft enough because then Hagrida opened her mouth.

"Know her! Ha!" Hagrida hugging smile cracked across her face, "I saved Mayberry Dotter when she was just a wee babe and then just a few days ago from those horrid puggles!" Hagrida slapped Veronica on the back as Veronica beamed back up. "You must be a Beasley?" Hagrida's butterfly fingers landed on the girl's red braids.

"Yes…ma'am…I'm the youngest girl…" Veronica peered up at Hagrida with more awe than shock.

"Good, because if you told me there was another three of you I would pray for your mother every night," Hagrida laughed.

"Well, I still have a younger brother-"

"A Beasley boy!" Hagrida held her stomach as her voice boomed, "well that settles it! I am defiantly praying for your mother!" Veronica nodded and laughed along, Mayberry smiled.

"Okay first years!" Hagrida turned and addressed the entire anxious group, "its time to go to Dovedimple, no more talking about it! Find a boat," she pointed to the bottom of the beach where tiny rows boats bounced up and down with the waves, "and get ready for the ride!" Hagrida opened her arms as the first years around her began running down towards their ride.

"Let's get the best one!" Veronica was one of the first sprinting towards the boats and Mayberry followed with dark sand picking up behind them.

"This is the one!" Mayberry crawled into a boat before Veronica and waved her over. Veronica's red braids bounced as she sprinted over.

"Great choice," Veronica mumbled and pointed towards the closest boat, where none other than the frizzy haired boy with his books upon books sat.

Mayberry laughed, looking at the view of the boy's face still plastered in a book. "How do you think he got all those books in the boat?" Mayberry whispered.

Veronica shrugged her shoulders and stuck out her tongue. For some reason, Mayberry had that strange feeling that they were going to see a lot more of the book crazed boy.

"Is this seat taken?" the tiny girl who had chased after the frog in the train poked out from behind them.

"Sure!" Mayberry waved her in, the boat for three would be a tight squeeze but the more the merrier. The tiny girl, with large cheeks, a crooked smile with brown hair in knots jumped in.

"Thanks," she smiled as a large green frog poked out of her pocket.

"Hey you found Trina," Veronica pointed.

The tiny girl smiled, her cheek larger than life, "actually after trying to enlist everyone's help, even that book-loving boy Hermes…"

Veronica rolled her eyes.

"-it ended up being that large woman who found it," the tiny girl pointed at Hagrida then smiled over at the two girls, "I'm Nellie Shorttoppin."

"I'm Veronica Beasley and this is Mayberry Dotter," Veronica smiled.

"Oh gosh, the Mayberry Dotter awesome!" Nellies voice rose in a high pitch as she leaned in towards Mayberry, "so do you have a scar?"

Mayberry smiled and pushed her bangs over, now that she knew the story, she was more proud of the scar than ever before. If someone wanted to see it, heck, Mayberry Dotter would let them see it.

"Bloody that is awesome!" the girl giggled as the frog in her pocket croaked, "Oh shut up Trina!" The three girls on the boat laughed like the old friends.

Veronica shifted around in her seat, "Do you see the oars?" Mayberry too looked under the wooden seat and the water on each side.

"Nope," Mayberry said then viewed the front of their tiny rowboat. The lantern swinging in the front burst alive.

"Look!" Nellie pointed to the other rowboats, whose own lanterns light's glowed, the lights in different colors of greens, reds, blues, and pinks. Mayberry's, Nellie's and Veronica's own light was a deep purple.

"Beautiful," Mayberry whispered in all the excitement she hadn't even noticed the sun go down, but one by one as the boats started to make their own way towards the castle, the stars shined down. The stars lit laughed back at their reflections in the water. Mayberry pushed her glasses farther up her nose; she didn't want to miss a second of this. She looked out at the colorful lanterns and couldn't see where the water ended and the sky began. They were in a sea of stars, swimming in a lantern-lit sky. And in the distance a castle built for twenty-seven queens.

Mayberry turned and saw the book-crazed boy Hermes in the boat across. She smiled; he wasn't a reading a book now.

No one would want to miss this.