"Oh my, Ron! Are you okay?" A girl with a British accent screamed out.
Annabelle turned around and helped the boy up.
"I am SO sorry! I seriously didn't mean it," Annabelle said titling his head back, to make sure it wasn't bleeding. She wondered if British wizards sued . . .and if they did, what would they sue her for? She was just an American witch with money useless to them. The girl was also knelt next to her, along with a boy with black hair and glasses.
"It's alright mate, no hard feelings. It'll just be a little sore tomorrow. No worries," the boy with fire red hair and freckles said rubbing his nose. Annabelle glanced at his robe. Yes, he was a Hogwarts boy. Annabelle stood as the boy's two friends helped him up.
"It was an accident. I feel so bad," Annabelle said running her hand down her face. The girl smiled at her.
"You don't go to Hogwarts, do you?" the girl asked. Annabelle shook her head in shame. Not only was she a bully, but also she didn't even belong amongst them.
"No actually. Magic Wand, the American school. . ." she nearly whispered. This wasn't how she pictured meeting Hogwarts friends. The boy with black hair smiled at her.
"So you don't know who I am, or any of us for that matter?" he said with a big smile. Annabelle shook her head.
"No. Not at all. Oh! Oh how rude! I'm Annabelle and this is Gary and Mary- Beth. We all go to Magic Wand . . .our sixth year actually." Gary and Mary- Beth smiled and turned their backs, knowing Annabelle would be doing all the talking.
"I'm Hermione. This is Ron and Harry. We go to Hogwarts and we are also in our sixth year."
"I love Hogwarts!" Annabelle said, wanting to reach out and touch them. The boy with the red hair (Ron, was it?) gaped at her.
"How can you love Hogwarts? You go to Magic Wand!" he said. Annabelle shrugged.
"My mom went there, and she left me Hogwarts, A History. I read it all the time, its like the wickedest school out there." Hermione stared at her, just as fascinated as Annabelle was about her.
"Let's say we go to The Three Broom Sticks and share a butterbeer," the one with the black hair suggested. Annabelle looked at him, and then remembered his name was Harry. She nodded and grabbed Mary-Beth and Gary, without the slightest clue as to what a butterbeer was. Wanting to be accepted, she said yes without thinking. Butterbeer could be some sort of vile substance that they drank together on dares.
"So, lets get to know each other more," Hermione said sipping into her butterbeer. Annabelle ran her finger around the rim of the glass.
"Okay, well, my name is Annabelle Richards. My father went to Magic Wand and met my mother at the World's Trade Center in New York City. My mom went to Hogwarts and was on top of her classes and went to work at the World's Trade Center after leaving the wizarding world in her past along with my father's past. They were co-workers. My dad died in 1993 when some people bombed the bottom of the World Trade Center, or Twin Towers, trying to knock it down. My mom swore she wouldn't go back to work but she eventually did again. Then, two years ago, September 11th, she went to work and didn't come back," Annabelle said, fighting back the tears. Hermione lowered her head.
"You mean, your mom was in the World Trade Center when it was hit by those planes?" Ron asked. Annabelle nodded and wiped her eyes.
"Yeah. Turns out, they only intended to kill her, they were trying to get her and my dad because they were deemed un-wizard worthy and kicked out of the middle east before I was born. They were after them for years and they finally got them, I hope they're happy," she said. Harry almost didn't speak of his family and past, but he had to. He told her everything that happened, and she store at him.
"You must be Harry Potter!" she gasped. Harry nodded and sighed.
"So you do know who I am," he said glumly.
"Well, barely. My teacher at Magic Wand speaks of you sometimes." Harry smiled a bit; at least she didn't know his life story. Ron spoke little about his family and Hermione boasted all about her grades, without even realizing it. Mary-Beth and Gary talked a bit about their families, not giving many details.
"I have never met anyone from Magic Wand," Harry said, knowing very little about the American school. To him, it was just how Annabelle felt about meeting a Hogwarts student.
"And I've never met a Hogwarts student! Tell me everything about your classes." Hermione and Ron looked at Mary-Beth and Gary.
"Err- shall we go to the sweets shop?" Ron suggested. Mary-Beth smiled.
"Yes! Let's leave these two on their own," Gary said cocking his head towards Harry and Annabelle. Hermione nodded and they left. Annabelle and Harry didn't even notice.
*
"And that's pretty much it. So what have you learned?" Harry said.
"Steer clear from Professor Snape and the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher . . .most of them anyway." Harry smiled.
"Very good. So tell me a little bit about Magic Wand. I know nothing of the school." Annabelle turned pink.
"Okay, well we don't have houses quite like yours, we just have years. I'm in sixth year, so me and my class hang around the sixth year floor. Pretty much all of our classes are down below and we get the top of the castle. Our headmaster is an old witch, Q. Vastono . . . we know hardly anything about her. We do have feasts and junk, and four quidittch teams, but they aren't set up like yours. Hogwarts is monstrous compared to Magic Wand. And that's pretty much it. Nothing special. Hogwarts is paradise compared to Magic Wand."
"It still sounds like an adventure," Harry said, wishing he could go somewhere else for a change. Annabelle looked around.
"Where did our friends go?" she asked. Harry shook his head.
"I don't know. They just disappeared." Annabelle looked at the door and her mouth dropped when she saw who walked in. A tall, blonde boy wearing a Hogwarts robe. He was in a goon sandwich, but Annabelle wasn't looking at them. The boy looked at her and nudged his taller friend. His friend looked at him and smiled and nodded. Harry's smile vanished. "What is it?" he asked, turning towards the door.
"Who is that?" she asked dreamily. Harry gasped and sighed heavily.
"Malfoy. The one thing I forgot to warn you about," Harry said drumming his fingers on the table. Annabelle smiled cheerfully when Draco gripped Harry's shoulder.
"What do we got here? Potter, got yourself a girlfriend? Its about time you found a decent one," Draco said surprised. Annabelle shook her head and brushed her bangs out of the way.
"Nah, me and Harry were just talking. He's more of a friend," Annabelle said coolly, giving Harry a reassuring smile.
"You're American?" Draco asked. He had heard American girls were snobby and stuck up and that British girls named after flowers made the best girlfriends. He made a mental note not to listen to Pansy anymore . . .
"Yeah. I go to Magic Wand, unfortunately. It sucks ass man," Annabelle said taking a sip of butterbeer. Draco was so shocked and delighted, he couldn't speak. Harry smirked.
"Well, too bad too. You'd make a fine Slytherin girly; wish we could have made better acquaintances. I'm Draco, by the way," Draco said kissing Annabelle's hand lightly. Harry rolled his eyes as Annabelle giggled and Draco winked at her. Draco slapped Harry hard in the back. "See you in school Potter," Draco said firmly, and then left. Annabelle watched him leave.
"Yeah, okay. Forgot to mention him in the whole Hogwarts thing. He would go on the list of 'bad'. Lucky you aren't going to Hogwarts, Draco seems to fancy you more then his own girlfriend," Harry said, not wanting their fine chat to go all about Draco. At the word 'girlfriend' Annabelle frowned.
"Oh well. Where were we?" Annabelle said smiling again at Harry.
"I am SO sorry! I seriously didn't mean it," Annabelle said titling his head back, to make sure it wasn't bleeding. She wondered if British wizards sued . . .and if they did, what would they sue her for? She was just an American witch with money useless to them. The girl was also knelt next to her, along with a boy with black hair and glasses.
"It's alright mate, no hard feelings. It'll just be a little sore tomorrow. No worries," the boy with fire red hair and freckles said rubbing his nose. Annabelle glanced at his robe. Yes, he was a Hogwarts boy. Annabelle stood as the boy's two friends helped him up.
"It was an accident. I feel so bad," Annabelle said running her hand down her face. The girl smiled at her.
"You don't go to Hogwarts, do you?" the girl asked. Annabelle shook her head in shame. Not only was she a bully, but also she didn't even belong amongst them.
"No actually. Magic Wand, the American school. . ." she nearly whispered. This wasn't how she pictured meeting Hogwarts friends. The boy with black hair smiled at her.
"So you don't know who I am, or any of us for that matter?" he said with a big smile. Annabelle shook her head.
"No. Not at all. Oh! Oh how rude! I'm Annabelle and this is Gary and Mary- Beth. We all go to Magic Wand . . .our sixth year actually." Gary and Mary- Beth smiled and turned their backs, knowing Annabelle would be doing all the talking.
"I'm Hermione. This is Ron and Harry. We go to Hogwarts and we are also in our sixth year."
"I love Hogwarts!" Annabelle said, wanting to reach out and touch them. The boy with the red hair (Ron, was it?) gaped at her.
"How can you love Hogwarts? You go to Magic Wand!" he said. Annabelle shrugged.
"My mom went there, and she left me Hogwarts, A History. I read it all the time, its like the wickedest school out there." Hermione stared at her, just as fascinated as Annabelle was about her.
"Let's say we go to The Three Broom Sticks and share a butterbeer," the one with the black hair suggested. Annabelle looked at him, and then remembered his name was Harry. She nodded and grabbed Mary-Beth and Gary, without the slightest clue as to what a butterbeer was. Wanting to be accepted, she said yes without thinking. Butterbeer could be some sort of vile substance that they drank together on dares.
"So, lets get to know each other more," Hermione said sipping into her butterbeer. Annabelle ran her finger around the rim of the glass.
"Okay, well, my name is Annabelle Richards. My father went to Magic Wand and met my mother at the World's Trade Center in New York City. My mom went to Hogwarts and was on top of her classes and went to work at the World's Trade Center after leaving the wizarding world in her past along with my father's past. They were co-workers. My dad died in 1993 when some people bombed the bottom of the World Trade Center, or Twin Towers, trying to knock it down. My mom swore she wouldn't go back to work but she eventually did again. Then, two years ago, September 11th, she went to work and didn't come back," Annabelle said, fighting back the tears. Hermione lowered her head.
"You mean, your mom was in the World Trade Center when it was hit by those planes?" Ron asked. Annabelle nodded and wiped her eyes.
"Yeah. Turns out, they only intended to kill her, they were trying to get her and my dad because they were deemed un-wizard worthy and kicked out of the middle east before I was born. They were after them for years and they finally got them, I hope they're happy," she said. Harry almost didn't speak of his family and past, but he had to. He told her everything that happened, and she store at him.
"You must be Harry Potter!" she gasped. Harry nodded and sighed.
"So you do know who I am," he said glumly.
"Well, barely. My teacher at Magic Wand speaks of you sometimes." Harry smiled a bit; at least she didn't know his life story. Ron spoke little about his family and Hermione boasted all about her grades, without even realizing it. Mary-Beth and Gary talked a bit about their families, not giving many details.
"I have never met anyone from Magic Wand," Harry said, knowing very little about the American school. To him, it was just how Annabelle felt about meeting a Hogwarts student.
"And I've never met a Hogwarts student! Tell me everything about your classes." Hermione and Ron looked at Mary-Beth and Gary.
"Err- shall we go to the sweets shop?" Ron suggested. Mary-Beth smiled.
"Yes! Let's leave these two on their own," Gary said cocking his head towards Harry and Annabelle. Hermione nodded and they left. Annabelle and Harry didn't even notice.
*
"And that's pretty much it. So what have you learned?" Harry said.
"Steer clear from Professor Snape and the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher . . .most of them anyway." Harry smiled.
"Very good. So tell me a little bit about Magic Wand. I know nothing of the school." Annabelle turned pink.
"Okay, well we don't have houses quite like yours, we just have years. I'm in sixth year, so me and my class hang around the sixth year floor. Pretty much all of our classes are down below and we get the top of the castle. Our headmaster is an old witch, Q. Vastono . . . we know hardly anything about her. We do have feasts and junk, and four quidittch teams, but they aren't set up like yours. Hogwarts is monstrous compared to Magic Wand. And that's pretty much it. Nothing special. Hogwarts is paradise compared to Magic Wand."
"It still sounds like an adventure," Harry said, wishing he could go somewhere else for a change. Annabelle looked around.
"Where did our friends go?" she asked. Harry shook his head.
"I don't know. They just disappeared." Annabelle looked at the door and her mouth dropped when she saw who walked in. A tall, blonde boy wearing a Hogwarts robe. He was in a goon sandwich, but Annabelle wasn't looking at them. The boy looked at her and nudged his taller friend. His friend looked at him and smiled and nodded. Harry's smile vanished. "What is it?" he asked, turning towards the door.
"Who is that?" she asked dreamily. Harry gasped and sighed heavily.
"Malfoy. The one thing I forgot to warn you about," Harry said drumming his fingers on the table. Annabelle smiled cheerfully when Draco gripped Harry's shoulder.
"What do we got here? Potter, got yourself a girlfriend? Its about time you found a decent one," Draco said surprised. Annabelle shook her head and brushed her bangs out of the way.
"Nah, me and Harry were just talking. He's more of a friend," Annabelle said coolly, giving Harry a reassuring smile.
"You're American?" Draco asked. He had heard American girls were snobby and stuck up and that British girls named after flowers made the best girlfriends. He made a mental note not to listen to Pansy anymore . . .
"Yeah. I go to Magic Wand, unfortunately. It sucks ass man," Annabelle said taking a sip of butterbeer. Draco was so shocked and delighted, he couldn't speak. Harry smirked.
"Well, too bad too. You'd make a fine Slytherin girly; wish we could have made better acquaintances. I'm Draco, by the way," Draco said kissing Annabelle's hand lightly. Harry rolled his eyes as Annabelle giggled and Draco winked at her. Draco slapped Harry hard in the back. "See you in school Potter," Draco said firmly, and then left. Annabelle watched him leave.
"Yeah, okay. Forgot to mention him in the whole Hogwarts thing. He would go on the list of 'bad'. Lucky you aren't going to Hogwarts, Draco seems to fancy you more then his own girlfriend," Harry said, not wanting their fine chat to go all about Draco. At the word 'girlfriend' Annabelle frowned.
"Oh well. Where were we?" Annabelle said smiling again at Harry.