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Chapter 2:
"Mum. I have come to a very important discovery," said Isa.
"What's that sweetheart?"
"That, that man is very, very strange."
Brigette looked at her daughter over a box and shook her head.
"Take you boxes upstairs to your room and unpack them. I need to help your father get ready to leave this morning. You'll be here by yourselves for a while because we're going to go and find where the ministry is here. You may answer the door, but don't let anybody in."
Isa and Wyatt each took their boxes and headed upstairs.
"So what do you think that guy meant by saying that letters would be arriving for us?" asked Wyatt.
"I honestly don't know. I wonder if they have an Academy here."
"Dunno," said Wyatt bringing in another box.
The furniture had already been placed in the room, so Isa opened a box on her bed. She pulled out her heavy green velvet curtains and placed them over the window. The room immediately was dimmed. She removed the matching tasseled cords from the box and pulled the curtains back. She unpacked her clothes, robes, bedding, and personal belongings. After about two hours of work the doorbell rang. Both her and Wyatt ran out of their rooms to answer the door.
"I GOT IT!" yelled Isa with a smile as she barreled down the steps.
She got to the door and looked through the window before opening it. She saw a tall and skinny woman, and a very large man. She turned and looked at her brother before opening the door.
"G'mornin'," said Isa cheerily.
She loved to watch these British people wince at her accent. The strange man had winced this morning when she'd spoken.
"Good morning young lady," said the lady. "We thought we would come and say hullo and welcome. We live a couple of streets down and love to be aquatinted with all of the neighbors."
"Well, it's very nice to meet you. My name's Isa, Isa Winsdor. This is my brother Wyatt Winsdor. My mother is Brigette and my father is Lawrence, but everybody calls him Lawry. Who are you?"
"Vernon and Petunia Dursley," said the man, finally speaking.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. I look forward to meeting you again sometime," said Isa smiling.
"How old are you and your brother?" asked Petunia.
"I'm fourteen years old, and my brother here is sixteen."
"That's wonderful, our son is also sixteen years old. I suppose you'll be driving soon then?"
"I already do, but you Brits drive on the wrong side of the road, it's hard," said Wyatt shaking his head.
"We've really got a lot of work to do, I hate to cut short. So, we'll see ya around sometime kay?"
Isa said good-bye to their visitors and closed the door.
"Ok, that man was very fat and scary and the lady was so nosy. British people, are scary."
"Isa, how many times are you going to say that they're scary people?"
"Until they are no longer scary people."
At that moment a bird flew in through one of the open windows and dropped two letters on the side table in the hallway and left through the exact same window.
"Ok, Wy, did a bird just fly in this house, then fly back out?"
"Yeah."
Isa walked over and looked at the two letters. There was one addressed to her, and one addressed to him.
Ms. Isa Fiona Winsdor
157 Mulberry Court
Little Whinging, Surrey
Mr. Wyatt Jones Winsdor
157 Mulberry Court
Little Whinging, Surrey
"There's no return address," said Wyatt taking the one addressed to him.
Isa turned it over and broke the wax seal on the back.
"Honestly, is this still the sixteenth century that we're still sealing stuff with wax?"
She unfolded the letter and gapped at it.
"What the heck is this?"
"Mine says the same thing. We leave tomorrow for this school that we didn't even know existed. Do you have mom's updated cell phone number?"
"Yeah."
Isa pulled out her flip phone and punched up her mom's number.
"Mom, hey. Yeah, we just got these strange letters about a school we're supposed to be leaving for. Yeah that's the one. Ok, you want us to go where? Ok, we're is this key? Ok, and only buy things that are on the list, yeah, yeah it's just like grocery shopping. Ok, I'll have my cell, text me if you need me. Love you, bye."
"What did she say?"
"She said that we need to go to a place called Diagon Alley. Mom says we need to go by floo. But I need to get the key to the vault first."
With in the hour Wyatt and Isa were walked down the street with parcels in hand.
"Ok, these people keep getting weirder. Short people work at the bank, hags run the drug store. I'm getting scared. WHERE'S INDIANA JONES WHEN YOU NEED HIM!"
Wyatt rolled his eyes at his sister's infatuation with Indiana Jones and continued on. Once they had their belongings they returned home. Their parents were back home and the house was completely unpacked.
"Dinner is in a couple of hours."
Isa nodded then went upstairs to watch her limited edition of Indiana Jones. She had an entire wardrobe of Indiana Jones attire.
"Isa, you're just madness, did you know that? All you do is watch those movies and wear the hat, you're not going to wear the hat tomorrow are you?"
"Well I wasn't going to until you'd said something. So yeah I am."
Wyatt left the room grumbling about opening his big mouth.
**
The next morning the children left the house with their trunks and owls in tow. They arrived at the station early and found a ministry official waiting for them.
"Good morning Benson," said Lawrence as they approached.
"Good Morning Lawry, good to see you. I take it then that these are your children?"
"Yep, both of them, my pride and joy."
"Good Morning then," said Benson to Isa and Wyatt. "The school governors thought that is would be a little over the top if we sent you on a very empty train, so we're going to send you to Hogsmeade. And it is I who is taking you and escorting you to the school this morning. My name is James Benson."
"Hiya Mr. Benson, I'm Isa."
"Always running forward to introduce yourself I see," said Wyatt rolling his eyes.
"Come now, lets go. I expect that the headmaster is going to want a word before he sends you off to be sorted at dinner tonight."
"Good bye children, I'll see you at Christmas. Have fun and be good! I don't want any nasty reports is that perfectly clear?"
"Yes mother," they said in unison.
"Alright then, are we ready? Do you have everything?"
"Yeppers!" exclaimed Isa.
With that Benson pulled out his wand and appearated them to Hogsmeade. Isa stood in shock as the little village. Then the dark and ominous castle caught her attention.
"Hey Mr. Benson.what is that building smack in the middle of nowhere doing there? Is it like a tourist attraction or.something like that?"
"No Ms. Winsdor, that is the school."
"Dude.we're going to school in a big friggin' castle. Awesome," said Isa, the better part of her American self, coming to life.
"Now follow me if you will. There is a carriage waiting to take us up to the school."
The trio walked to the carriage and rode up to the huge oak doors. Benson opened the door and the shuffled inside. It was completely quiet. Classes must have been in session already. Benson led them up numerous flights of steps until they reached a stone gargoyle.
"Fizzing Whizzbees," said Benson.
Wyatt and Isa exchanged confused looks before following him up the stairs that have now appeared. They walked into a large office filled with many different types of gadgets and oddities. They saw a kind old man sitting behind a desk with a very long white beard, half moon glasses, and a smile.
"Welcome children, my name is Professor Dumbledore, I am headmaster of this school. Please sit down, and we will begin answering questions."
After a few minutes of questions, a young boy appeared at the office door. Benson had long since left. This boy was tall and lanky, and had bright red hair.
"This is Ronald, he will be touring the school with you. He is one of our Prefects. I will see you again at dinner. Since is it almost that time. Enjoy yourselves, and get to know your surrounding!"
Isa, Wyatt, and Ronald walked from the office and began down one of the slightly dimmed corridors.
"This is the charms wing. It's where Professor Flitwick teaches. He teaches just Charms but there are the other classes that are related to Charms in this wing," said Ronald as they walked. "This is also where one of the four houses is located."
Ronald showed them Astrology, Transfigurations, Potions, History of Magic, etc. By the time they finished going through the school, it was time for dinner.
"Come this way, the great hall is over here," said Ronald with a smile. "And you can call me Ron, ok?"
Isa smiled and nodded and walked through the open doors with Ron. The noise stopped and only the rustling of robes could be heard.
"Wyatt, I think that everyone may be staring at us."
"Isa, I think you may be right. Where are we supposed to be going?"
"Uh, I think it might be somewhere along the lines of where the headmaster is, up there."
They began walking towards the head table, and everyone turned as they walked past.
"Ok, remember what I said about the creepy British people?"
"Don't even say it."
"Right."
"Good evening students, and welcome!" said Dumbledore when they had reached the front of the room.
"This evening we are going to be accepting two new students. One fourth year and one sixth year, they are also brother and sister. Please accept them to your house, should they be sorted there, with warmth and love. Wyatt Winsdor, would you please step forward and have a seat on the stool."
Wyatt glanced at Isa one last time before he stepped forward. He took a seat on the stool and Dumbledore placed a hat upon his head.
'No entrance exams? No nothing? That's it? They put a hat on your head and POOF you're in? No sense at all. All this time that I've spent studying for those tests down the drain!' thought Isa as she watched her brother.
The brim of the hat split and yelled out a name.
"Ravenclaw!"
A table near by cheered as Wyatt pulled the hat off his head and looked questioningly at Dumbledore who nodded and he left and took a seat at that table.
"Isa Winsdor, please step forward and have a seat on the stool."
Isa took a few deep breaths and stepped up the stool and sat down. It creaked as she shifted slightly. The hat was placed upon her head. It was a little big and slipped down over her ears. Then a tiny voice happened to appear inside her head.
'Lots of skill I see, oh yes there is no denying that. A dark secret, what's this? One you don't even know. I see a thirst for success, to please your father. Maybe you would be good in Slytherin. But I also see courage, massive amounts of courage. Bravery, too I see in you. Mixed lineage, almost equally balanced. Curious.I will do as I see that you will thrive in.'
"Gryffindor!"
A table to the left of her erupted with cheers and clapping as she took the hat off her head. She was thoroughly confused. Mixed lineage? What does that mean?
She walked and took an empty seat towards the end of the table by herself. She saw that Wyatt had already started to make friends. He was always that way, he was very much like their mother. Very open. Isa was very open too, but people didn't flock to her like they would to him.
"It is done then, we may begin with dinner. Eat!"
Food appeared before her and she began to eat. She kept to herself through all of dinner and followed some random people from her house to the tower. She didn't even bother looking around when she got there, she went straight to bed. Sleep welcomed her with loving arms and she embraced it fully.
** The next morning Isa showered and readied herself for the long day that was ahead of her. She went down to breakfast and ate while she studied her schedule.
"Good Morning Isa," said a voice behind her.
She half expected it to be Wyatt, but instead she found.Ron.
"Oh, hey Ron, what's shakin'?"
The two people that were with him gained curious looks.
"She's American," he said to them noticing their looks.
They nodded and smiled at her.
"This is Harry and Hermione, they're my two best friends. I thought that maybe we could eat with you this morning. You look so lonely."
"Sure thing, thank a bunch! I feel so out of place here and junk."
Everyone laughed, it was going to take a lot of getting used to on both Isa and Wyatt and the British people's parts.
"So what do you have first thing?" asked Hermione.
"History of Sorcery. What ever that is."
"Oh, you'll love the teacher, she's nuts."
"Is she now? Who is the teacher? Their name isn't on the schedule."
"She's right there, the one with the red hair and the bright smile. Her name is Professor Wood, she's been working here since last year. She's hysterical, her and the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. That's the one sitting on Professor Wood's right. They're insane, they best teachers in the world. Professor Wood is directly related to the Potions Master. Snape, he's against everything and then some. But according to Professor Wood, he's merely misunderstood," said Ron.
"Awesome, sounds like my Elementary Magic teacher from when I was like ten."
"So where in America did you live?" asked Hermione.
"I lived on the East Coast of the States. In New England. The winters there were gorgeous. Everything covered in a blanket of pure white snow. Spring with the green coming up everywhere. Summer with the blossoms, and fall with the golden leaves."
"Sounds pretty," said Hermione smiling.
Breakfast came to a close and Isa began walking to her History of Sorcery class. She found that she was the first one there and what she also found in the classroom was the two teachers or her dreams.
Chapter 2:
"Mum. I have come to a very important discovery," said Isa.
"What's that sweetheart?"
"That, that man is very, very strange."
Brigette looked at her daughter over a box and shook her head.
"Take you boxes upstairs to your room and unpack them. I need to help your father get ready to leave this morning. You'll be here by yourselves for a while because we're going to go and find where the ministry is here. You may answer the door, but don't let anybody in."
Isa and Wyatt each took their boxes and headed upstairs.
"So what do you think that guy meant by saying that letters would be arriving for us?" asked Wyatt.
"I honestly don't know. I wonder if they have an Academy here."
"Dunno," said Wyatt bringing in another box.
The furniture had already been placed in the room, so Isa opened a box on her bed. She pulled out her heavy green velvet curtains and placed them over the window. The room immediately was dimmed. She removed the matching tasseled cords from the box and pulled the curtains back. She unpacked her clothes, robes, bedding, and personal belongings. After about two hours of work the doorbell rang. Both her and Wyatt ran out of their rooms to answer the door.
"I GOT IT!" yelled Isa with a smile as she barreled down the steps.
She got to the door and looked through the window before opening it. She saw a tall and skinny woman, and a very large man. She turned and looked at her brother before opening the door.
"G'mornin'," said Isa cheerily.
She loved to watch these British people wince at her accent. The strange man had winced this morning when she'd spoken.
"Good morning young lady," said the lady. "We thought we would come and say hullo and welcome. We live a couple of streets down and love to be aquatinted with all of the neighbors."
"Well, it's very nice to meet you. My name's Isa, Isa Winsdor. This is my brother Wyatt Winsdor. My mother is Brigette and my father is Lawrence, but everybody calls him Lawry. Who are you?"
"Vernon and Petunia Dursley," said the man, finally speaking.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. I look forward to meeting you again sometime," said Isa smiling.
"How old are you and your brother?" asked Petunia.
"I'm fourteen years old, and my brother here is sixteen."
"That's wonderful, our son is also sixteen years old. I suppose you'll be driving soon then?"
"I already do, but you Brits drive on the wrong side of the road, it's hard," said Wyatt shaking his head.
"We've really got a lot of work to do, I hate to cut short. So, we'll see ya around sometime kay?"
Isa said good-bye to their visitors and closed the door.
"Ok, that man was very fat and scary and the lady was so nosy. British people, are scary."
"Isa, how many times are you going to say that they're scary people?"
"Until they are no longer scary people."
At that moment a bird flew in through one of the open windows and dropped two letters on the side table in the hallway and left through the exact same window.
"Ok, Wy, did a bird just fly in this house, then fly back out?"
"Yeah."
Isa walked over and looked at the two letters. There was one addressed to her, and one addressed to him.
Ms. Isa Fiona Winsdor
157 Mulberry Court
Little Whinging, Surrey
Mr. Wyatt Jones Winsdor
157 Mulberry Court
Little Whinging, Surrey
"There's no return address," said Wyatt taking the one addressed to him.
Isa turned it over and broke the wax seal on the back.
"Honestly, is this still the sixteenth century that we're still sealing stuff with wax?"
She unfolded the letter and gapped at it.
"What the heck is this?"
"Mine says the same thing. We leave tomorrow for this school that we didn't even know existed. Do you have mom's updated cell phone number?"
"Yeah."
Isa pulled out her flip phone and punched up her mom's number.
"Mom, hey. Yeah, we just got these strange letters about a school we're supposed to be leaving for. Yeah that's the one. Ok, you want us to go where? Ok, we're is this key? Ok, and only buy things that are on the list, yeah, yeah it's just like grocery shopping. Ok, I'll have my cell, text me if you need me. Love you, bye."
"What did she say?"
"She said that we need to go to a place called Diagon Alley. Mom says we need to go by floo. But I need to get the key to the vault first."
With in the hour Wyatt and Isa were walked down the street with parcels in hand.
"Ok, these people keep getting weirder. Short people work at the bank, hags run the drug store. I'm getting scared. WHERE'S INDIANA JONES WHEN YOU NEED HIM!"
Wyatt rolled his eyes at his sister's infatuation with Indiana Jones and continued on. Once they had their belongings they returned home. Their parents were back home and the house was completely unpacked.
"Dinner is in a couple of hours."
Isa nodded then went upstairs to watch her limited edition of Indiana Jones. She had an entire wardrobe of Indiana Jones attire.
"Isa, you're just madness, did you know that? All you do is watch those movies and wear the hat, you're not going to wear the hat tomorrow are you?"
"Well I wasn't going to until you'd said something. So yeah I am."
Wyatt left the room grumbling about opening his big mouth.
**
The next morning the children left the house with their trunks and owls in tow. They arrived at the station early and found a ministry official waiting for them.
"Good morning Benson," said Lawrence as they approached.
"Good Morning Lawry, good to see you. I take it then that these are your children?"
"Yep, both of them, my pride and joy."
"Good Morning then," said Benson to Isa and Wyatt. "The school governors thought that is would be a little over the top if we sent you on a very empty train, so we're going to send you to Hogsmeade. And it is I who is taking you and escorting you to the school this morning. My name is James Benson."
"Hiya Mr. Benson, I'm Isa."
"Always running forward to introduce yourself I see," said Wyatt rolling his eyes.
"Come now, lets go. I expect that the headmaster is going to want a word before he sends you off to be sorted at dinner tonight."
"Good bye children, I'll see you at Christmas. Have fun and be good! I don't want any nasty reports is that perfectly clear?"
"Yes mother," they said in unison.
"Alright then, are we ready? Do you have everything?"
"Yeppers!" exclaimed Isa.
With that Benson pulled out his wand and appearated them to Hogsmeade. Isa stood in shock as the little village. Then the dark and ominous castle caught her attention.
"Hey Mr. Benson.what is that building smack in the middle of nowhere doing there? Is it like a tourist attraction or.something like that?"
"No Ms. Winsdor, that is the school."
"Dude.we're going to school in a big friggin' castle. Awesome," said Isa, the better part of her American self, coming to life.
"Now follow me if you will. There is a carriage waiting to take us up to the school."
The trio walked to the carriage and rode up to the huge oak doors. Benson opened the door and the shuffled inside. It was completely quiet. Classes must have been in session already. Benson led them up numerous flights of steps until they reached a stone gargoyle.
"Fizzing Whizzbees," said Benson.
Wyatt and Isa exchanged confused looks before following him up the stairs that have now appeared. They walked into a large office filled with many different types of gadgets and oddities. They saw a kind old man sitting behind a desk with a very long white beard, half moon glasses, and a smile.
"Welcome children, my name is Professor Dumbledore, I am headmaster of this school. Please sit down, and we will begin answering questions."
After a few minutes of questions, a young boy appeared at the office door. Benson had long since left. This boy was tall and lanky, and had bright red hair.
"This is Ronald, he will be touring the school with you. He is one of our Prefects. I will see you again at dinner. Since is it almost that time. Enjoy yourselves, and get to know your surrounding!"
Isa, Wyatt, and Ronald walked from the office and began down one of the slightly dimmed corridors.
"This is the charms wing. It's where Professor Flitwick teaches. He teaches just Charms but there are the other classes that are related to Charms in this wing," said Ronald as they walked. "This is also where one of the four houses is located."
Ronald showed them Astrology, Transfigurations, Potions, History of Magic, etc. By the time they finished going through the school, it was time for dinner.
"Come this way, the great hall is over here," said Ronald with a smile. "And you can call me Ron, ok?"
Isa smiled and nodded and walked through the open doors with Ron. The noise stopped and only the rustling of robes could be heard.
"Wyatt, I think that everyone may be staring at us."
"Isa, I think you may be right. Where are we supposed to be going?"
"Uh, I think it might be somewhere along the lines of where the headmaster is, up there."
They began walking towards the head table, and everyone turned as they walked past.
"Ok, remember what I said about the creepy British people?"
"Don't even say it."
"Right."
"Good evening students, and welcome!" said Dumbledore when they had reached the front of the room.
"This evening we are going to be accepting two new students. One fourth year and one sixth year, they are also brother and sister. Please accept them to your house, should they be sorted there, with warmth and love. Wyatt Winsdor, would you please step forward and have a seat on the stool."
Wyatt glanced at Isa one last time before he stepped forward. He took a seat on the stool and Dumbledore placed a hat upon his head.
'No entrance exams? No nothing? That's it? They put a hat on your head and POOF you're in? No sense at all. All this time that I've spent studying for those tests down the drain!' thought Isa as she watched her brother.
The brim of the hat split and yelled out a name.
"Ravenclaw!"
A table near by cheered as Wyatt pulled the hat off his head and looked questioningly at Dumbledore who nodded and he left and took a seat at that table.
"Isa Winsdor, please step forward and have a seat on the stool."
Isa took a few deep breaths and stepped up the stool and sat down. It creaked as she shifted slightly. The hat was placed upon her head. It was a little big and slipped down over her ears. Then a tiny voice happened to appear inside her head.
'Lots of skill I see, oh yes there is no denying that. A dark secret, what's this? One you don't even know. I see a thirst for success, to please your father. Maybe you would be good in Slytherin. But I also see courage, massive amounts of courage. Bravery, too I see in you. Mixed lineage, almost equally balanced. Curious.I will do as I see that you will thrive in.'
"Gryffindor!"
A table to the left of her erupted with cheers and clapping as she took the hat off her head. She was thoroughly confused. Mixed lineage? What does that mean?
She walked and took an empty seat towards the end of the table by herself. She saw that Wyatt had already started to make friends. He was always that way, he was very much like their mother. Very open. Isa was very open too, but people didn't flock to her like they would to him.
"It is done then, we may begin with dinner. Eat!"
Food appeared before her and she began to eat. She kept to herself through all of dinner and followed some random people from her house to the tower. She didn't even bother looking around when she got there, she went straight to bed. Sleep welcomed her with loving arms and she embraced it fully.
** The next morning Isa showered and readied herself for the long day that was ahead of her. She went down to breakfast and ate while she studied her schedule.
"Good Morning Isa," said a voice behind her.
She half expected it to be Wyatt, but instead she found.Ron.
"Oh, hey Ron, what's shakin'?"
The two people that were with him gained curious looks.
"She's American," he said to them noticing their looks.
They nodded and smiled at her.
"This is Harry and Hermione, they're my two best friends. I thought that maybe we could eat with you this morning. You look so lonely."
"Sure thing, thank a bunch! I feel so out of place here and junk."
Everyone laughed, it was going to take a lot of getting used to on both Isa and Wyatt and the British people's parts.
"So what do you have first thing?" asked Hermione.
"History of Sorcery. What ever that is."
"Oh, you'll love the teacher, she's nuts."
"Is she now? Who is the teacher? Their name isn't on the schedule."
"She's right there, the one with the red hair and the bright smile. Her name is Professor Wood, she's been working here since last year. She's hysterical, her and the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. That's the one sitting on Professor Wood's right. They're insane, they best teachers in the world. Professor Wood is directly related to the Potions Master. Snape, he's against everything and then some. But according to Professor Wood, he's merely misunderstood," said Ron.
"Awesome, sounds like my Elementary Magic teacher from when I was like ten."
"So where in America did you live?" asked Hermione.
"I lived on the East Coast of the States. In New England. The winters there were gorgeous. Everything covered in a blanket of pure white snow. Spring with the green coming up everywhere. Summer with the blossoms, and fall with the golden leaves."
"Sounds pretty," said Hermione smiling.
Breakfast came to a close and Isa began walking to her History of Sorcery class. She found that she was the first one there and what she also found in the classroom was the two teachers or her dreams.