Chapter Three:

England's not actually my home. United States of America is. Or to be more specific, New York. This is the first time I've ever home. Not that I'm nervous about it; if anything I'm excited, it's just; there's something very different about this culture. Nothing wrong, just, different. I mean, what is with Oliver's friends? I hope they're not all like that.

Oliver...

That's the real reason I accepted the transfer offer from my other Headmistress, back at Dogwarts. I now had a full school year over-seas, learning in a totally different environment, with my darling.

Ok so perhaps I shouldn't say he's the only reason... after all Hogwarts is known for something else...something I'm very interested in.

Of course I'm talking about quidditch. What's better than flying over the world on a broom, chasseing after different types of balls, and other players? Feeling the wind rush through your hair as your zoom through the air; feeling the blood rush as you drop a few hundred feet from the air as you dive for the ball.

Yup, quidditch is my life. Well, in the wizarding world it is.

You're probably wondering what the heck I'm talking about, right? Well let me clear a few things up for you. I'm muggle-born. Neither one of my parents had any magic in them what-so-ever. Meaning, I'm the first in my family. That might have something to do with the fact that I'm adopted though...

However that doesn't change the way my parents feel about me. For the first eleven years of my life, I was raised as a muggle. I went to a muggle school, had muggle friends, and played muggle sports. (My soccer skills are legendary!)

But then the summer of my eleventh birthday, it came. A letter written on very old parchment, telling me I was accepted to study at Dogwarts. Very big shock, let me tell you. Growing up you're whole life thinking you're a normal individual, wishing you were something more; then getting his letter telling you that you actually are that something special, and suddenly you're left wishing you were normal again.

Or at least that's the way it worked for me. But that's me. And I'm not like everyone else.

Dogwarts is a relatively new school for the wizarding world. Very modern, and advanced compared to the other American schools I've been to for quidditch. Divided into four houses, as most are. I was placed in Labrador house. It's not the top-notch house, but it's definitely better than some. Students in Labrador tend to have better than average marks, but excel socially.

Which is why it rather surprised me to get put there.

It's not that people scare me, or bother me; it's more the fact that I'm naturally a very shy person. Well, I'm really only like that if I'm around people I don't know. With my old friends? I'm easy-going, fun-loving, lil' Leah. But I'm not with my old friends anymore. The only one from Hogwarts I know, is Oliver.

Although his three other friends are very entertaining people. It would be very interesting to see what makes them tick. If guys back home could hold that same attitude with people, I know many more girls who wouldn't be single for very long.

See that's the problem with people now-a-days. The morals and values are gone, or barely even there. Let's take a look at the subject of pre-marital sex for a moment. Way back when, (I mean before the '60's) that was an idea that wasn't even talked about in private between mother and daughter. The thought wasn't even there. Girls just knew not to 'do it' before marriage. That was the norm, the standard thing. Guys didn't try to push ladies into it; didn't get down on their knees and beg for it.

Now the norm's changed. Now it's not un-common for a teenager to loose their virginity before the age of nineteen. Disgusting if you ask me. But of course, my opinion doesn't matter.

Because I'm not the norm. I'm one of the few girls left who wants to get married a virgin.

And I'm also totally off topic. So I think I'll get this topic back onto safer grounds.

Although that's a bit odd to be saying, considering I'm sitting on a train with Oliver; and a few other guys I don't know; and I don't like trains. Well, I guess I do kind-of know them. After all, Lee, Fred, and George did introduce themselves to me; but the other boy didn't.

He looks rather familiar though. I think I might have seen his face before, but I don't remember for what. His eyes are a very familiar green, and those glasses seem rather popular around younger boys. Wait a minute, he's brushing aside his bags- oh my!

No wonder I know him! I'm sitting on the Hogwarts Express with Harry Potter! I can't wait to tell the people back home about that! They're not going to believe me. Oh man this is incredible. And he's being treated like completely normal person. Hmm, I guess that means I should do the same with him.

However, I do know some-what how he feels. To have people point and stare at you as you try to live your daily, normal life. I'm the youngest International quidditch player ever. My name's about as common as his. Well, at least in America is it. Heh, that's cool. I have something in common with Potter. Note to self: include that in letter back home.

Well at least this train's slowing down. That's a good thing. I'm starting to get tired, and anxious to see my new school. I've heard so many wonderful things about it from my friend Ruben, who was here the year before me. I should take notes of this year's events. We can compare them when I get back home.

Wait, I already am home. Hogwarts is where it's at now.

Sigh...