Kourtney opened her closet doors, and stepped back, analyzing the contents.

"What am I going to wear for my first day at Hogwarts?" she said aloud, "what should I wear?"

"It's a difficult decision, isn't it?" Mrs. Hewitt said as she strode into the room, "I know I couldn't decide when I started teaching there, or even as a student."

As well as the advanced charms teacher at Hogwarts, Kathryn Hewitt also was the Contributing editor of Witch's Weekly Magazine, and owned a small trendy fashion boutique in Diagon Alley.

Kathryn stood beside her only daughter, "I'd say, go with those new low slung jeans, the brown pony hair belt, and that red turtleneck-sweater," she told her eleven-year-old daughter.

Kourtney Hewitt was about 4'11", with short brown hair and large brown eyes. Kourtney was an incredibly talented student, who at her Wizarding elementary school in Glen was the student-council- president, and the editor of her school paper. Kourtney loved dragons, and had visited many reserves in Romania, Sweden, Hungary, China and Austria.

"Hair," Kourtney asked.

"Wear it down, and do it well, first impressions last forever".

Kathryn said that with a certain flair in her voice. Since the beginning of her days at Hogwarts, Kathryn had known about the many secret sororities at Hogwarts. During her years as a student, Kathryn had been a member of the most prestigious and extremely all-girls' sorority known as "Fashionista". The "Istas", as they were called, were the trend-setters at Hogwarts. By being chosen as the new member at the start of the new-year was an offer no sane person could refuse. There is regularly only seven Istas at the start of term, and each New Year, new positions would be assigned. Every girl gets a personal title that they keep till the end of the year. Once an Ista, you are always an Ista. These contacts last forever. The Istas' are the reason that Kathryn became the head of the Committee on Experimental Charms. If Kourtney ever wished to succeed and become a successful witch, she would have to be the member chosen at the start of term banquet. Unfortunately, it was not up to Kathryn who got chosen.

"Actually, Darling, I think I'd go with this," Kathryn said as she pulled out a beautiful, hand stitched red robe-like dress, with stunning intricate gold-embroidered patterns.

"My Japanese Kimono," Kourtney whispered as she felt the silky fabric, "I'd forgotten all about it."

Kathryn felt into one of the inside pockets, and found two ebony chopsticks, and handed them to her daughter. "Do you're hair like that", Kathryn said, pointing to a picture in one of Kourtney's magazine covers.

Kathryn realized that she was being bossy, but if Kourtney would ever have a chance with the Istas', it would be now.

Kourtney finished dressing herself. She double checked her list to make sure that she had gotten everything she needed, placed Kiki on her one of her large silver hoop earrings. With Luna's cage in one hand, and the handle of her new willow trunk in the other, Kourtney walked towards the door of her bed room.

~

"Good morning, Darling," said a familiar handsome voice.

"DADDY! Your home!" Kourtney screamed, running towards her father.

"Would I miss my only daughter's first time to Hogwarts? And besides, I have a meeting with Professor Dumbledore this afternoon, so I have to go anyway." Andrew Hewitt said. He looked Kourtney over, his gaze stopping on Kiki, "I see you get her", he said, pointing at Kiki.

At that moment, her older brother, Jake, walked into the room. Jake was in his seventh year, and was Head boy at Hogwarts. "Good morning, all!"

"Good morning, Jake, what would you like for breakfast?" his mother asked.

"Three eggs over easy, milk, orange juice and a water, home fries and. No, I'm just kidding, I've already eaten."

"Well, if that's the case, then let's get going," their father said, "The floo network can get fairly busy around this time, especially on the start of term at Hogwarts," Their mother said.

Kathryn grabbed a glass vase with white, glitter like powder, and passed the jar around to everybody. They grabbed their luggage, and headed over to the fireplace, where a great fire was burning.

"Platform 9 ¾", they all said in unison, and they disappeared into the roaring orange flames.