A/N- Hello my adoring fans, I am back with the third chapter! Isn't it great! Isn't it beautiful! Yes, Yes, I know, now you are all just waiting to read it so you can leave me a nice review, which I absolutely love! Anyways, I hope you enjoy it, still trying to avoid Mary Sue- ness, which is completely evil and I am glad some of you think I am doing a good job of it. As I said before, and I say it again to stress the importance, REVIEW!

Bethany rolled her eyes as Janice tried to drag her into yet another robe shop.

          "Janice, my dearest and bestest friend, how can you possibility need to go in here? You've already been to three other robe shops. You aren't even going to need robes other than your school robes." Bethany said exasperated.

          "That's not the point." Janice said primly.

          "Well then what the heck is the point because I have obviously missed the entire stupid thing!" Bethany whined. "I absolutely refuse to go into another robe shop for at least another two hours."

          "Fine, where do you want to go?" Janice asked in a defeated tone. Bethany visibly brightened.

          "We need to get the rest of our books and potions ingredients for school." Bethany said, leading Janice swiftly away from the nearest robe shop.

          "Okay, first the apothecary and then the book store." Janice conceded throwing one last longing look at the robe store. Bethany glanced in the window of the Wyntry hotel as they passed and saw a plump witch sitting at the table with two teenage boys they had obviously just finished dinner.

          "Hey is that Mrs. Holt?" she wondered to herself.

          "What did you say?" Janice asked.

          "Nothing." Bethany quickly said, now that she had her friend on task she didn't want to run the risk of Janice losing her focus again. But she cast one last look at the two boys sitting at the table. She remembered Janice's obvious anticipation of their arrival. 'British Boys' she thought with a slight laugh. 'They won't know what hit them.'

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           "So boys, I am sure that you must have many questions for me." Mrs. Holt said kindly leaning back in her chair and pushing her empty plate away from her.  "But, I think it best if you let me try and explain the basics of Berkshire first." She smiled and looked each boy in the eye, her gaze shifting from pale gray to fervent green. Harry thought he saw an authoritative flicker in her kind blue eyes as she assumed a lecturing tone.

          "The Berkshire Academy was first established by Citrine Berkshire. She and her two siblings, Aldamine and Jonothan, were the first of our kind to set up a school in America. We were started much later than Europe because of the uh, anti-magic atmosphere that started this country." She paused. "Anyhow, they started the school and wanted it to work much like your school, Hogwarts. However, the American wizarding society was so small and close knit, the rivalry that defines the house system of most other wizarding schools just wasn't present, so Citrine decided to dissolve the houses after only two years of trying the system.

          "Now the school is only divided into age groups and the classes are handled much as they are at the muggle schools here in America.

"The school is small enough that the dormitories are divided by ages also. All the firsts are together, males and females are separated of course." She said looking at them in the utmost sincerity. Harry thought he heard a small sigh of disappointment from Draco. When he glanced over Draco still maintained his look of perfect attention.

"The classes are done in core classes, which must be attended, and then the students are allowed to choose at least two extracurricular classes in addition to the core classes.  The core classes are Alchemy, Standard Magic, Botany, and History.

"All classes are put on block scheduling, with two core classes in the morning and an extracurricular class after lunch. This is the schedule for all days except on Wednesday, during which the extracurricular period is a study hall." She stopped, looking at the boys as if inviting questions.

"Does the school have a quidditch team?" Harry asked excitedly. He noticed that Draco sat up a bit straighter as well.

"No boys, I'm sorry. Quidditch isn't much of a sport here. However, after school and during lunch, some of the students get together and have some informal quad-ball games."

"Quad-ball?" Draco asked incredulously, in the tone Harry was more familiar with. "What is Quad-ball?"

"Well, I am not very familiar with the particulars of the game myself, but I am sure once you get to Berkshire one of the students will be more than happy to explain it to you." She said waving her hand in the air. Draco continued to ask questions, but Harry's mind drifted away from the conversation. He watched the people passing by the window. People of all shapes and sizes walked by the window, some sporting many piercings and tattoos, and some looking a lot like the witches and wizards back home.

"Well, I guess that is all your questions?" Mrs. Holt asked. Harry nodded quickly. "Then you should be going up to your room."

"Room? As in one room that we both have to share?" Harry spluttered. Mrs. Holt shot him a surprised look.

"Why yes, you will only be there one night before you leave for Bershire. Is there a problem?" she asked hesitantly.

"No problem at all." Draco asked smoothly. "Harry just isn't used to sharing rooms, you know with him being a celebrity and all." He grinned at Harry, who glared at him. Mrs. Holt raised an eyebrow in Harry's direction, but didn't comment.

"Well, just check in at the desk and someone will take you right up." She said, "I will meet you here in the morning about 9 o'clock to take you to Berkshire. Have a good stay." She said leaving money for the waiter and leaving the two boys at the table.

When Harry and Draco arrived at their room, they found all their things already there, including their owls that were in their cages on opposite sides of the room.

"Okay Potter, I am going to lay down some rules. You stay on your side I stay on mine. You will not speak to me unless addressed and you will not under any circumstances break any of my rules. Understand?" Draco asked, strutting about the room.

"Sod. Off. Malfoy." Harry said slowly and with great patience. Draco smirked, then turned around quickly, in an attempt to strut into the bathroom, unlucky for him, the wardrobe got in his way and he banged his shin right into the sharp corner. Harry tried his best to quiet his laughter as Malfoy limp pitifully into the bathroom without a backwards glance and slammed the door shut.

A/N: There it is! Chapter 3! Isn't it wonderful! I think I already went through this… Anyway now it is time for my weekly thanking of my lovely reviewers. Though, I only had two reviewers for my second chapter. *Sob*

Lady Laura- Thank you for your second review! You get a gold star! And I am trying to get all these chapters written ASAP, but there is school (which is evil) and then the ever lasting writer's block usually plagues me all the time. But, I am working hard!

Blake- I am glad you think I did well with the Mary Sue, that is one aspect I avoid like the plague, but I am not sure I am particularly good at it. I try though. My greatest attempt was seen where I gave here short hair instead of long shiny shampoo commercial hair and I used colors other than "golden" and "azure" to describe her physiognomy (that right there is a Hawthorn word. Don't know what I am talking about? Read the Scarlet Letter, on second thought, don't, a dictionary would be much more interesting)

Okay, that just about wraps it up. Remember to… REVIEW! Just because you love me and stuff. Till next time… Adios.