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Scarlett was beginning to adjust to life at Hogwarts. She still had not mastered any of the magic yet, (though James did insist that in Charms class when they were practicing Wingardium Leviosa that her feather had risen while she was not looking) but the teachers were all very encouraging and supporting of her (especially Professor Longbottom) and insisted that she would get it eventually.

She was making friends with lots of other students in her year besides just James and Fred, and getting used to the castle and starting to love every inch of it.

She truly felt at home at Hogwarts. She wasn't the best at magic. Actually she was awful at magic - the worst in the year by far - but she was thoroughly enjoying herself. She woke up every day excited to learn new spells and hoping that maybe, just maybe, that would be the day when she would get a spell right.

Scarlett sat with James in the Gryffindor common room completing her Potions essay. She was absentmindedly stroking Cobbent's white and beige fur.

She wasn't really concentrating on her homework. She was lost in her own thoughts.

She was extremely happy to have found out that she was a witch. Hogwarts was positively amazing! She now had great friends, (especially James) a great school that she could call home, and a great experience in her time so far in the magical world.

So all of that was great - amazingly wonderfully great.

But she just couldn't shake the feeling that she simply didn't belong. Everyone she had met so far was exceedingly kind to her. And she was having more fun than she remembered having in a long long time.

But she felt as though she was different from all of the other students.

For one thing, obviously she had made no progress whatsoever in any of her classes. But it wasn't just that. Most of the other students seem to almost radiate magic. Things happened around them when they felt extreme emotions, and they all just seemed to fit perfectly with magical objects.

Scarlett was the only one whose wand didn't feel like it completely and irrevocably belong in her hand. She was the only one who didn't feel the warmth spreading through her fingers when holding it.

She was the only one who just couldn't get any of it right.

And then she thought about what the Sorting Hat had said just two short weeks earlier; something about her being different, or her sorting being a first.

She quickly pushed those thoughts aside. She belonged. She had to. You belong at Hogwarts Scarlett, she reminded her self over and over again. You met James for a reason. You were destined to be his friend. You belong here.

Scarlett returned to her Transfiguration essay but did a rather lousy job as those same thoughts kept creeping up into the back of her mind.

But besides for those few moments of skepticism, Scarlett was loving her new life.

She simply adored the castle with its old fashioned tapestries and towers and with its seemingly endless corridors and grounds.

She simply adored attending her classes and learning more about magic.

And she simply adored being friends with James.

So Scarlett Coral Wood was having quite a nice time at Hogwarts. Better than nice in fact; lovely, outstanding, magnificent.

At least she was until one eventful day.

Scarlett was in Defense Against the Dark Arts class listening to the teacher's lecture on vampires when there was a knock on the classroom door.

Professor Longbottom entered and said. "Can I borrow Miss Wood for a second?"

Professor Longbottom brought Scarlett into a room that must have been his office.

There were a few bookshelves with books and picture albums as well as a few plant samples along the back wall.

In the center there was a desk.

Professor Longbottom casually strolled over to sit at his desk.

Standing in the middle of the office was a girl of about Scarlett's age. She was a little taller than Scarlett with pretty blond curls and eyes of ice blue.

Professor Longbottom rose from his seat once again and said "Scarlett Wood, meet Scarlett Wood."

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