As the two girls climbed the multiple stairs, they felt like they were going up a thousand steps. Their muscles underneath their jeans were hardening, and clamping so much that it hurt to walk. In front of them, the old man seemed to be muttering things under his breath, things about Muggles and something equally weird that sounded like Quidditch, while Skye and Elissa complained.

"Damn, my Homie G-string," Elissa groaned, wiping her hair out of her eyes. "You would think that they use magic or something to get to and from."

"I know," Skye said, equally annoyed. "We cannot be more out of shape than some old man. Especially considering all the exercise we do on our dates."

"I know!" Elissa replied. After that, there was a silence between them that lasted a few minutes, but was ruined after Elissa stopped dead in her tracks and pointed to a place in front of them.

"What?" Skye asked, placing a hand over her eyes. For a couple seconds, she couldn't see anything, but then, all of a sudden, she saw a blonde head, and her thoughts were back on that weird field and that really hot guy in the green.

"Hey, Skye, who do you think that is?"

"Well, Elissa," Skye said, still looking at the walking figure. She hadn't stopped walking, and was rapidly passing Elissa up. "I think that that is that dude who was on that field thingie with the brooms. You know, the really hot one."

Elissa had caught back up with her, but was no longer looking at the guy, but instead, was looking at Skye with a keen look. "Oh, you mean the one that was scowling at us? Like he wanted to kill us?"

"No, you idiot. I mean the tall one with the blonde head."

"Ewww! You mean the one with the hunch? God, it's like Disney Movie of the Week, don't cha know?"

"Yea, but they all think he's a righteous dude. And no, he was not the one with the hunch. He was the one who looked like he had a broom stick coming out of his pocket, not his hand."

"Ha, ha boner." Laughing, the two girls walked up the last steps. The man in the purple dress held the door open for them, a scowl on his face and in his bright blue eyes. "In," he said as he pointed towards the looming stone foyer. The girls obligingly did so, laughing too hard to do much different.

They went through winding corridors, and past empty rooms, finally stopping in front of two stone statues. The old man whispered something that sounded like, "Peppermint Scope," and all of a sudden, the two stones flew apart, revealing a long spiraling staircase.

"Daaaaaamn" Skye breathed.

" Did he say 'Peppermint Scope?'" Elissa asked, looking incredulously at Skye.

The two awed girls started climbing the long, winding stairs. When they had reached the top and the large stone door was opened, the two girls stared in awe at the many gadgets in the tiny room. But what captivated their attention most was the fact that there was a large red and orange bird perched on a golden rod.

"What the Hell is that?" Elissa said pointing to the bird. In return, the bird stared back, unblinkingly, it's beautiful eyes intense.

Chucking to himself, the old man replied, " That is Fawkes, he is my Phoenix."

"Great, what the hell is a Phoenix?" Elissa asked again. To her astonishment Skye, not the old man, answered.

"Phoenix's are mystical creatures that have healing properties and can carry heavy loads. They don't exist." Elissa gawked at her. " My brother's name is Phoenix remember?"

With a smile the old man said, " Right, Right. Now have a few questions for you two-"

"Hold on one cotton picken' second!" Elissa said, cutting the old man off. "I think we need to ask you some questions," The old man looked smug as he crossed his arms and sat back in his chair. " First of all, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PLACE?!"

The old man, still leaning back in his chair, uncrossed his arms and said in a clear voice, "This, is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And I," he spread his arms, "am the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore?" Skye asked incredulously. "Isn't that some type of swear?"

Before the man could answer, Elissa asked him, pointing to the phoenix, "Ok, so is that, like, some sort of ugly pig?"

"Er, no," Professor Dumbledore, a twinkle in his eyes. "That is a phoenix; a bird. Not the school mascot."

"You have a school mascot?" Elissa asked. "What is it?"

"Stoopid!" Skye exclaimed, and commenced hitting her upside the head.

"Erm, right. So anyway, you have stumbled upon what no other Muggle has stumbled upon before-" Dumbledore tried to say before Elissa interrupted with "What the fuck is a Muggle?"

"Why, it's a non-magical person," he replied.

"Magic?" Skye asked eyes alight.

"Yes magic, but the thing is, Muggles can't get to the field, and you did."

"So, what are you trying to say Old One?" Skye asked.

"Well that is where I come in. I think that I might have made a little boo-boo. I am trying to say that you all might be witches, but I seem to be failing." He paused for a moment, as if he was trying to sort things out himself. "Let me ask you something, have you ever done anything strange, like, when you were mad or upset?

Elissa remembered the time that the TV mysteriously exploded when her brother, Evan, changed the channel from her favorite soap opera. "Nope nothing unusual." Elissa replied.

Once again, Dumbledore sat back and regarded the two girls seriously. "Are you quite sure? Because I don't see any other way that you can see all these things. I mean, if you were a Muggle, you wouldn't be able to see this school, let alone set foot in it."

"Well," Skye said, apprehensively. "There was this one time, where I was taking a shower," she forgot to mention that it was with her ex-boyfriend. "And I didn't want my mother to come in, so when she opened the door, it kind of slammed in her face. But I don't know if that would really count...." She drifted off.

"That simple act probably means more than you think it does," Professor Dumbledore said earnestly. "Now," he turned to Elissa. "What about you? Any odd things ever happen to you?"

"No..." Elissa said, shaking he head. "I mean, I just do everyday things. You know, levitating, becoming invisible, changing my hair color without hair die, and see things before they happen. Oh, and things just seem to blow up around me. Just things like that."

"Right," Skye said slowly and sarcastically. "And there's nothing odd it that."

But before Elissa could come by with a witty and incisive retort, Dumbledore sat up in his chair and said, somewhat quickly, "You mean to tell me that you can change yourself at will, float without a broom, and become invisible? And, you can see things before they happen, along with make inanimate combust?" Seeing her nod, he said, surprised, "Well, my dear child, you are a very unique kind of witch."

"Right. Well, what are we supposed to do with this knowledge?" Skye asked in a business like tone. "Hop on a broomstick and fly away, get a wand and lean magic?"

"Well," Dumbledore said, a twinkle in his eyes. "That is the general idea."

"Wait, wait, wait a long minute here!" Elissa yelled. "Are you telling me, that I'm a witch, have been forever, but I was never told? And now you're making up for lost time by letting me attend this school?" When there was no answer by either Dumbledore or Skye, she asked, "Well."

"Shut up, Stoopid!" Skye hissed. "If I'm doing this, you are too."

"Fine," Elissa said, resolved. "When do we start, and when do we get our stuff?"

"Great," Dumbledore said, slapping his hands together. "Now, if you look this way, you'll see a hat. Now this isn't any other hat, its really a hat that...."

And as the old, magic hat was set on each of their head, placing them both in Gryffindor, they each felt like their life was about to dramatically change.