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"But Headmaster, that's impossible!" Morgan exclaimed. "They're muggles!"
"Well, apparently not."
"Uh Morgan," Drefinia asked, "what's going on here?"
Morgan shot a questioning look at Dumbledore, who nodded. "Guys? I'm a witch."
Drefinia laughed. "So am I."
Morgan shook her head. "No, as in an actual witch. Watch. Accio Sandwich."
They stared as the sandwich flew from the picnic basket into her hand. "How'd you do that?" Tremain asked in disbelief.
Dumbledore smiled. "She used magic. Just like you two did only moments ago."
"What are we going to do now Headmaster?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore didn't answer his question. Instead he pulled out his wand and conjured two Hogwarts letters, each complete with the official seal. He handed one to each of the twins. "Think carefully about this." He told them. "You will be far behind everyone your own age, and will have to work long and hard. However," he said, his eyes twinkling, "the end result will be more than worth it."
The twins opened their letters and read them carefully. Drefinia kept looking from the letter to Morgan and back again. "Is this for real?" she asked breathily. Morgan grinned and nodded. "I'll do it." Drefinia said.
Tremain looked up from his letter at Morgan. "I'd get to go to school with you?" he asked.
"Well you'd have to start with the basics, so we wouldn't be sharing any classes, but we'd all be together in the castle." Morgan replied.
"I'm in." stated Tremain without hesitation. "Wait a minute, castle?"
Morgan laughed. "Hogwarts is in a huge castle out in the countryside. Just wait till you see it."
"Hang on." Drefinia said, her insides freezing up with dread. "What're we gonna tell Mum?"
Anna Bertram was a strict no nonsense woman. The only time she was lenient was when dealing with her two children. She didn't even mind in the slightest that they both chose to use different names from the ones she had given them at birth. So instead of Samantha and Quentin, she was now mother to Drefinia and Tremain.
Both her children had been acting very strange today. They had been very evasive. Now Tremain had just walked right up to her and wordlessly handed her a letter. She opened it slowly; it was made of strange, thick paper. "Hogwarts." She read aloud.
After reading the whole thing, she looked up at her son. "What's this all about? Some kind of weird joke?"
Tremain swallowed nervously. "Uh, no. It's a real school. And they want us to go there. Me and Drefinia."
Anna laughed. "Okay, you got me. Nice joke. Ha ha."
"It's not a joke Mom." Drefinia said quietly. Anna hadn't even noticed her come up. "We're going to transfer there to learn magic."
"Now this isn't funny! You can both just cut it – aaaaaah!"
The scream was caused by the sudden appearance of a strangely-dressed old man. "Good evening madam, I hope I didn't startle you too much. My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts."
Anna sat down heavily. "So it's not a joke." She said shakily.
"No, there is no joke. What do you say? Will you consent to your two fine children transferring over to my school?"
"I- I suppose. If that's what they really want."
"Yeah!" the twins said in unison.
She sighed. "Alright. I'll set it up."
"Thanks Mom." Drefinia said, hugging her.
"Okay." Morgan said. "All we have to do is tap this brick here. And voila." She said as the wall opened up into an archway. "Welcome to Diagon Alley."
The twins were speechless as they walked through the crowded street. This was everything they'd always wanted. Magic.
"Our first stop is Gringotts. We need to change your money over." Morgan said.
"Change it over?" Tremain asked. "Wizards have their own currency?"
Morgan smiled. "Yep. There are bronze Knuts, silver Sickles and gold Galleons. There are twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle and seventeen Sickles to a Galleon. Well," she said, coming to a stop, "here we are."
When they went through the doors, Drefinia whispered to Morgan, "What are those little guys up on the counters?"
"They're goblins." She replied. "Nice enough, as long as you don't try to steal from them. Then you get into big trouble." She grinned. "Don't worry. Just go over there, and say you want your money changed." She watched as they went over hesitantly and talked to the goblin at the desk. When they came back she grinned and spread her arms expansively. "See that wasn't so bad! Come on; let's go get your books and robes."
Coming out of Madame Malkin's shop, their arms full of books and carrying their new robes, Morgan clapped her hands together gleefully (she wasn't holding anything) and said, "Now it's time for the fun part. We go and get your wands."
As they walked in, Tremain whispered, "What is this place? It feels like some strange old temple."
"This is Olivander's and-" she turned at the sound of a voice.
"Hello." Said Mr. Olivander, coming out of the shadows suddenly. "It's nice to see you again, Miss Malfoy. Phoenix feather, redwood, 8 ¾ inches. Good for transfiguration work."
"Uh, yes." She said sheepishly. "My friends are here to get wands. This is-"
"Quentin." Tremain cut her off by coming forward to shake Mr. Olivander's hand.
Morgan looked at him quizzically. "Quentin?" she mouthed.
He shrugged. "Mom insisted for some strange reason."
Drefinia smiled nervously. "I'm Drefinia." She said to Mr. Olivander, sticking to her chosen name. Anna had tried to talk her into using her given name again, but Drefinia just couldn't bear to go back to Samantha. She had always hated that name, and that wasn't about to change.
"Now if the two of you would hold out your wand arms…" he said expectantly, pulling out two of his silver measuring tapes.
Seeing the confusion on her friends' faces, Morgan fought down the urge to laugh and said, "Your writing hand."
Reluctantly, the twins both extended their left arms and tried to hide their surprise as the measuring tapes began taking measurements of their own accord while Mr. Olivander hunted around amongst the multitude of boxes lining the walls.
"Ah here we are." said Mr. Olivander, handing Tremain a wand. "Willow and unicorn hair, seven inches, whippy. Give it a wave."
With a disbelieving look on his face, Tremain held it up and waved it about a bit, but had barely held it for a few seconds when it was snatched from his hand and another one was given to him.
"Alderwood and dragon heartstring, eight and a half inches, quite bendy. Try that."
"Somehow this feels right." Tremain thought as he whipped this one over his head, sending out a spray of black and gold sparks. He jolted suddenly and looked down at the wand. Those little sparks had suddenly made him realize that this was really happening, and he was about to become a wizard.
"An easily pleased customer, eh?" Mr. Olivander said, seeming almost disappointed. "Well, on to your sister then. Here you are my dear, yew and unicorn hair, nine inches, springy." He handed her a wand.
But Drefinia's match proved to be much more difficult than her brother. She tried wand after wand as the boxes piled up around them and Mr. Olivander got more and more excited. Finally he handed her a wand that had taken him several moments and much ladder climbing to locate.
"Beechwood and dragon heartstring, eight and a quarter inches, rather flexible." He said to her, his eyes alight with this challenge.
Finally Drefinia managed to produce some sparks of her own, this time black and silver.
They paid and exited the shop, both of the twins clutching their wands almost as if they might escape if left to their own devices.
It was one week before school started up again, Morgan, Drefinia and the newly dubbed Quentin were standing in Dumbledore's office. Morgan was looking around with vague interest, but the twins were staring agape. They'd barely talked since the castle first came into view.
Morgan had though, she had spent most of the day fuming over the fact that her friends would be sorted in Dumbledore's office, away from the prying eyes of the school, while she hers had been a public ordeal.
Professor McGonagall came over with a stool and the sorting hat. "Master Bertram, sit here." She commanded.
Quentin sat nervously, half expecting the hat to bite of the top of his head when she put it on him. He jumped as if it had taken a bite out of him when it started speaking.
"Hmmm… Brave, loyal and relatively talented. An easy choice. Gryffindor!" the hat said, calling the last word to the occupants of the room.
"All right!" Morgan exclaimed. "You're in my house!"
Quentin got up so that Drefinia could have her turn.
To her, the hat said, "Talented, rule-abiding and a strong desire to learn. Definitely Ravenclaw!"
After the word Ravenclaw rang out through the room, there was a stunned silence. "Ravenclaw? Surely there's some mistake?" Morgan asked quietly.
"There is no mistake." Professor McGonagall chided. "Come along," she said to Drefinia, "I will take you to your dormitory. I trust you can show her brother to his."
Drefinia allowed herself to be led away, but not before taking a fleeting look behind her at her brother.
"Surely there's something you could do about this Headmaster?" Morgan appealed.
"Don't worry," he said, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder as the door closed, "I'm sure everything will turn out for the best."
