When we stepped off the train, it was officially the eve of Halloween. We'd been on the train for days. I was physically tired from the excitement of wondering about the school, and I was also emotionally exhausted from the lack of my alone time. Though I did love the students of Hogwarts, I still needed my time, and not many seemed to understand.
I remember a fifth year coming in, asking for someone I'd never heard of. I screamed for him to go away and threw a heavy textbook, barely missing his head.
When we finally did pull to a screeching halt, I jumped up in extreme excitement. The air was much warmer here, yet it still had a cold tinge to it… It was Fall, basically, yet with a twinge of Spring soaring through every other gust of wind.
I flung my scarf over my shoulder, looking up into the night sky. Bright sky twinkled pleasantly overheard, winking at me through thin, whispering clouds. Looking forward, I was a medium thick clump of trees. Supposing that the school was behind it, I began to set off.
Before I'd gone four steps, a shadow jumped out in front of me. I nearly screamed, remembering my dream.
…It wasn't the forest that scared me. IT was…
The person reached out and touched my shoulder. "Don't go in there."
I looked into his crystal blue eyes. He sounded mysterious. "Who are you?"
"Don't worry about that. Just be careful, and don't go back there if you know what's good for you."
I could tell he'd left. I couldn't see his eyes any longer and something just told me, made me notice that he wasn't there any longer.
"Hogwarts students, please come over here," a thick Asian accent asked loudly.
Following his voice, we were greeted by a tall woman with such light green eyes that they looked almost yellow. She had a beautiful white smile and long, flowing black hair. "I am Madam Sahnez, the headmaster of this school. If you haven't figured it out yet, you are in Brunei Darussalam, Asia. We are the least populated country of the East. Mainly, we are witches and wizards, but there are Muggle folk about us. Now that you've had a little bit of background information, let's get you inside and sorted."
Marsha ran to my side, breathless. "Sorted?"
Ignoring her question, I asked, "where were you?"
"I wonder if they have houses like ours…?" she pondered, purposely not answering me. She threw me an 'innocent' smile.
"You're helpless," I sighed. "I don't know what they mean by sorted. I'm wondering… How did we get from England to Asia by train?"
"Well, it is magic, after all," she replied.
We were led down a winding path. Everyone was murmuring slightly, craning their heads, hoping to get the first look at the school.
Suddenly, we were pulled to a stop.
"Welcome to Phenynrics," the Headmaster said, brushing back a long sheet of vines that worked as a curtain.
The sight that met us was amazing.