I didn't get to this sooner because it's a game, thus a different story set. If you want me to work on it more, just say so. First read this chapter before you make your choice.

[1st person Genevieve]

Stepping into the portal was like stepping into a place of no physics whatsoever. You know the places that seem to have their own rules outside natural order; where it's just so weird, mysterious, or magical, maybe even wondrous…that's what the inside of the portal was like. I couldn't even see what colour I was, it was all meshed together and blurry. Right then, my skin looked purple with hints of pink and yellow.

I looked at Emily. I could make out her outline, but the rest was a blur, meshed together colour. I felt my hair loosen as it flowed free. I felt the back of my head; my ponytail was out and I had lost my pink hair elastic, at least I think it was pink…colour wasn't the same.

We went down a long tunnel, until we made it out of the colour portal. We made it to the light at the end, and no, we didn't die. We stumbled out of the other side, and onto the floor of this tower. We took a look around: there was this crystal that made a spiral of tiny little images above us, also there was a giant book on a stand beside us, as well as an owl on a perch. We must have been in the right place.

Emily looked at me and made a gasp.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"It's your hair," she said pointing in shock. I took a lock of hair to look at and gasped myself. It was pink!

"What happened to my hair? It's pink!"

"You obviously must have messed with the colour in the portal…it got something mixed up," said a voice.

We looked for it.

"Who said that?" said Emily.

"Whoo? Over here!" said the voice. We looked and the owl was flapping his wings.

"Hellooo! My name is Gamma the Owl, and I am quite pleased to meet yooou!"

"So the Owl talks," I said eyes wide, slightly shocked.

"It's not too unreasonable," said Emily, not reacting much to the talking owl. "This is a magical world, so we shouldn't be surprised about anything. Talking animals was one thing I figured we'd run into here." She was right. This was a magic world, and so anything can happen.

Emily then had a Eureka moment.

"Your hair elastic fell out in the portal, and it was pink. Running through your hair the colors must have gotten confused."

"So now my hair elastic is brownish-blondish-reddish, wherever it is?"

"Maybe so," she countered.

"I don't want my hair to be pink; I liked my hair."

"Look at the bright side, at least people will be able to tell us apart now."

"But why pink hair?"

"Ah hem," said Gamma. We turned to look at him. "Am I interrupting or can you see the headmaster now?"

"We wouldn't mind seeing the headmaster. This isn't serious, it can wait," said Emily, who obviously wanted to see the headmaster. I, of course, was still pondering my pink hair. The owl flew away and after a few moments came back with whom I assumed was the headmaster.

"Why hello there, I hope your trip here was alright," he said kindly.

"My hair turned pink," I stated.

"Ah yes, must have been a mishap in the portal."

"Is there any way I can change it back."

"Well, yes, you see," he said slowly, "you would have to object you switched colors with-"

"My hairband," I stated.

"Don't interrupt," said Gamma.

"Yes, well, then you would have to go through the portal again and do what happened before, and the color should switch back," finished the headmaster.

"Can I go get my hairband," I said a little urgently.

"Well, I can't let you go now if you are to be enrolled."

"Can we go during the next holiday to see our family," asked Emily.

"Certainly, the next holiday is Thanksgiving."

"That's in two months," I said.

"Actually, it's three," said Gamma.

"So you celebrate it in November," said Emily.

"Certainly."

"Okay, I'll wait three months. Who knows what will happen to it by then, though."

"Well," said the headmaster, "Now that that's out of the way. I'm Professor Ambrose, headmaster of Ravenwood, school of magic."

"Pleased to meet you," said Emily.

"I'm pleased to meet you as well," I said. The headmaster looked at us quizzedly. Did we do something weird to them? The headmaster then turned to his owl and said, "I wonder manner of wizards they are." He pondered the thought. There was more than one type of wizard?

"Perhaps we should consult the book of secrets." He turned to regard us intently.

"If you two answer these questions, the book will determine what type of wizards you are."

"You mean like a test?" I asked.

"Yes, it's like a test," he admitted.

"Do we have to answer it individually?" asked Emily.

"Yes, the book can only determine one wizard at a time." Emily and I looked at each other.

"Who should go first?" she asked. I quickly determined the answer.

"You should go first Em. You are the oldest. Besides I will probably get the same as you." It's usually like that since we're twins. Emily stepped up to the book and took a deep breath. She then began her test. I wondered what type of questions she was answering, but I figured the test was supposed to be private. After a few minutes, Emily turned to the last page of her test and the page briefly erupted into flames.

"You are a fire wizard," said Professor Ambrose to Emily.

"Is that bad?" asked Emily.

"Oh no," said Ambrose. "In fact, most fire wizards or pyromancers are known to be smart, passionate, competitive and attractive."

"Well, I'm sure of the first two," said Emily.

"You should know that some famous Pyromancers include Morgan le Fay and William Shakespeare."

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, wait a minute," I said. "Morgan le Fay as in from the legend and William Shakespeare was a wizard!?"

"Yes, both of those are true." Can my mind be blown anymore?

"What can fire wizards do?" asked Emily.

"Well, in their magic it's mostly based on sparks of flame, and in duels they have attacks that linger, damaging their foes again and again."

"That's kind of cool," said Emily.

"Well Em, I guess we're Pyromancers," I said, putting my arm on her shoulder.

"Hold on," said Gamma. "You still haven't taken the test."

"I figure I'm going to get the same thing as her, so why bother?"

"You should 'bother' because you could get something different. Students don't do so well in classes they pick themselves, and the book of secrets never lies, it will tell you where you truly belong."

"Go on Gen," said Emily. "I took the test, you should too."

"Alright," I said, confronting the book of secrets. "But I'm telling you now; it's going to come out fire." I took a deep breath and began the test.

The first question was would I rather win a trophy for my team or a medal for myself. I guess it wouldn't be great if my team had to share a trophy, it would be better if people won individual medals. I touched the words of the answer, thinking that was my final answer and the page turned to the next question.

The second question asked me which I thought was the most powerful: Earthquake, Plague, Volcano, Hurricane, Tornado, Blizzard, or Sandstorm. I think plagues you could find a cure and blizzards and sandstorms you can shelter from, that only left Earthquake, Volcano, Hurricane, and Tornado. That was tough. You can't tell when earthquake's come, but some are not that big. Volcanoes have lava that can melt anything, but I think you can outrun it. That only leaves Hurricanes and Tornados. I do know one thing, Hurricanes can take out more houses than a tornado at once, and they're bigger. Hurricane it is. I accepted it as my final answer, and the page turned.

The third question was my favorite subject in school: Health, I like all my classes, sports, Reading and Writing, and Science or math. Science or math was too hard, I'm not physically active, health grosses me out, and I'm pretty sure I don't like all my classes. I definitely know I love reading and writing. I submitted it as my final answer and the page turned.

Next was my favorite time of day, morning interrupted sleep, and night was too scary, so obviously afternoon. Submit, page turn. The fifth question was what is most important in a story: hero or heroine, or all the characters. I do love a good hero or heroine, but all the characters have to be important somehow, otherwise why would they be explored. I submitted my final answer, and the page turned.

The sixth question was what my favorite animal was: Dragon, crab, serpent, polar bear, shark, bat, or unicorn. I knew I wasn't a complete fan of serpents, sharks, crabs, or bats, so they're out. That left dragons, polar bears and unicorns. I wasn't a complete dragon nut like my sister, so not dragons. Polar bears could be a little frightening, I mean they're bears. Unicorns it is. I submitted my answer and the page turned.

The last question was my favorite gemstone out of Peridot, Jade, Citrine, Ruby and Amethyst. I didn't even know what Peridot was, and it was yellow so no. Jade seemed too green, Citrine seemed too plain, that only left Ruby and Amethyst. I liked rubies, but no one ever gave me any. Anything red went straight to Emily, so I guess it was her colour. I did like purple, it was close to pink. So that decided my final question, where I settled on Amethyst, which caused the page to turn and give me my result.

When the page turned, an electrical shock traveled the page briefly until words appeared.

"You are a storm wizard," said Ambrose.

"What," I said. I was different than Emily? I guess that was a little cool.

"You see," said Gamma. "You belong in a different school than your sister." I guess that wizards of different types belonged in different classes. I was not okay with that. Emily had trouble on her own, and now I realize she's a fire wizard and can easily be set off.

"No, that can't be!"

"Well storm wizards are usually impulsive, educated, creative, and independent."

"That's you, sis," laughed Emily. I still looked shocked (pun not intended).

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," said Gamma. "Famous storm wizards or Diviners include Benjamin Franklin, Lady Circe and Galileo."

"I barely know who those people are."

"Storm magic is actually quite powerful, more powerful than fire magic."

"How so?"

"It's storms that start the fires and it's storms that put them out. Combined, storm magic and fire magic make life magic, for they are what create and sustain life, storm sparking it while fire keeps it going. Storm magic in duels gives very strong attacks, but in turn they have very weak durability and defense. Weaker than fire, your sister would have to defend you if you ever went into a duel."

That was mind blowing…again. I guess storm wasn't so bad, but I didn't want to be away from my sister.

"I just want to be there for Emily." Emily gave me a glare that said that she could take care of herself, at the same time I knew she was touched.

"You can," said Ambrose. "You will share the same dorm room and be able to spend free time together after class. Speaking of which, we better give you some new clothes. Your other ones will stand out a little."

So we were given our new uniforms. Emily, like who she is, picked an all red one; I, on the other hand, picked one with a purple base and yellow trim.

"I just remembered," said Ambrose after we were done. "I never really caught your name," he said to me.

"Oh," I said. "It's Genevieve."

"That's a lovely name," said Gamma.

"Thank you." I said.

"Now we should focus on getting the two of you enrolled," said Ambrose.

So how was that, I quarreled on the name, but book of secrets seemed to stick. Tell me what you think of this chapter in reviews.