A/N: I know I haven't updated in ages, but since I'm out of school now, I'm trying to update more often.

Alenor: This chapter is for the west-coasters! Thanks a lot for reviewing my stories so much!

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A/N (again): The families in LA might be a little bit farfetched because the idea of a celebrity wanting to have a random wizard come into their family might seem weird to some people, but it's a story so just bear with me.

Disclaimer: I own the families and the idea of this story, but none of the Hogwarts students!

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Being a Muggle-born, Justin knew exactly who his family was. Peter Milaris was one of the most famous directors in the world, and Jennifer Wilson was an extremely famous actress. Between the two of them, they had won their fair share of Oscars.

Justin was expecting a gigantic, lavish mansion to call home for the next four months, and that was indeed what he got. They had their own team of pool boys, chefs, maids, instructors, mechanics, you name it. They would be Justin's for the next four months.

They were heading off to school. Nick, 17, was driving. They were in a massive SUV. Justin hated SUVs, and he wasn't even in the Muggle world to spend time with any. They were just too big. In the backseat was Isabel, 15, humming to herself. She wouldn't shut up all night last night. She went on and on and on and on about her friends, cheerleading, and how much he was just going to LOVE the "normal" world, as she put it. He was just about ready to smack her.

Nick turned on the radio and was now singing along to himself to some weird song. It occurred to Justin that he knew very little about Muggle culture, and even less about American Muggle culture.

"Um, what is this song?" he asked timidly. Nick didn't talk much and spent most of his time in his room. Maybe he was spastically bipolar or something scary like that, and he was hiding himself from the world just so that he didn't lash out at Justin by accident and rip his head off.

"Oh, it's called Candy Shop. It's by 50 Cent," Nick explained, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel of the car. "Wait, do you know anything about our world and our culture, and stuff?"

"No."

"Damn. Maybe I should explain it to you a bit," Nick said. Justin decided that he was kind of stupid. He then launched into what felt like an endless explanation about God-knows-what having to do with everything in the world. It went on for AGES, until they finally got to school. By the end he still though Nick was slightly stupid. Justin's head was spinning with celebrity info and current events about bombs and oil and tons of nuclear crap he couldn't care less about. Suddenly the Milaris work crew was looking less and less exciting and this whole situation was looking a lot scarier.

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Hannah Abbot spent her first night at Miguel Stipa and Meredith Stipa-Parker's massive mansion in the middle of the Hollywood Hills. The next week she would alternate and stay with Lisa Mondeau.

Hearing that she was going to spend time with people named Amelie and Andres made her think that maybe this experience would prove to be an interesting and fun one, but Amelie and Andres sure did not live up to their creative and different names.

Amelie was probably the most boring person Hannah had ever met. You would expect her being the child of two unbelievably famous celebrities to at least have a personality. But no, she did not.

Hannah discovered the occupations of her two surrogate parents when they were bombarded by people upon exiting the airport. That explained who those two giant men surrounding the family at all times were. Hannah didn't know much about celebrities and bodyguards and all that stuff, and when they piled into the Stipa-Parker car, Miguel had a fun time talking about his life and explaining what movies and "showbiz" was. It sort of went right over Hannah's head.

She stepped out of the chauffeured car and into the parking lot of Beverly Hills High to first lay eyes on Justin Finch-Fletchley. She had never been so happy to see her fellow Hufflepuff in her whole entire life. Seeing another wizard was like one thread of hope. She hoped that everyone else was having as shitty a time as she was.

Hannah and Justin headed straight toward each other to relate on the subject of how crazy they were going.

"Hi," she said, giving him an exasperated look.

He raised his eyebrows. "How was your first night?"

"You don't want to know."

Amelie approached Nick pleasantly, but did nothing more than attempt at an innocent conversation. Although Hannah could sense something more between the two of them.

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Hermione in severe pain was what kept Seamus going. Matt Papulos was the biggest pothead ever. While Seamus was "making himself at home" the previous night in their giant house, Matt mysteriously disappeared and came back with a very dead expression on his face. Seamus just laughed and prayed that he'd get transported back to Hogwarts in his sleep.

Then there was Emily, the giant bitch who wouldn't stop complaining, and of course Lucy, the 12-year-old brat who was a mixture of Harold Papulos, the big-time lawyer to the stars, and Vivian Greenfield who couldn't stop showing off and bragging about her witchcraft. It was enough to drive him to suicide. It was enough to drive anyone to suicide.

Now it was the first day of school and Matt the stoner drove them. They arrived at school and it was as though Matt had some sort of stoner radar attached to him, and he went straight to this kid with dyed blonde hair to his chin.

"Hey." They did some handshake thing.

Then Seamus saw it. Standing behind Stoner #2 was Hermione. It took all his strength to not attack her.

"Seamus! Hi!" She was trying to be all happy and friendly, pretending that she hadn't just ruined Seamus' life.

He didn't respond.

"Have you seen anyone else yet?" she questioned, still acting as though everything was right as rain.

He didn't respond again.

The stoners didn't seem to notice. They suddenly realized that they had to take Hermione and Seamus to the office to get their schedules and to get acquainted with "some people..." They didn't really know because they weren't paying attention. They were probably stoned.

The office was already occupied by Justin and Hannah.

The very ditzy and whorish-looking secretary gasped in excitement when she caught a glimpse of the other two with their stoner buddies. "You must be Seamus and Hermione!" she cooed. Only she pronounced their names "see-muss" and "hermy-owne".

Seamus twitched.

"Actually, it's Seamus and Hermione," Hermione explained, pronouncing the names correctly.

"Oh. Sorry," she apologized perkily.

Seamus rolled his eyes as the woman led them into the principal's office.

"You look happy," Justin mumbled to Seamus as they entered the room. It was dimly lit and the walls were lined with shelves and shelves of books. A large, spinning chair had its back to the students and rested against a dark wood table.

Seamus just grunted in response to Justin's remark. At the moment he was the one he could tolerate the most in the school, but that probably wouldn't last for very long.

Suddenly the principal spun around in his chair.

"Well hello there, my friends," he said creepily. This whole situation was kind of odd. None of the four Hogwarts students were used to people spinning around in spinney chairs, and the four non-Hogwarts guides knew that seeing people like that usually only occurred in movies, and was done by evil villains.

"I'm Mr. Lawrence, your principal," he explained. His hazel eyes darted around the room suspiciously, and he grinned to reveal crooked but sparklingly white teeth. "I hope you all have been enjoying your stay with these four young students. I know that they were delighted to receive you all as foreign exchange students." The principal didn't know that the four Hogwarts students were really wizards and witches. He was told that they were simply normal foreign exchange students, not people who had the ability to cast spells and make potions.

The four nodded nervously in response. Even Seamus was practically scared shitless of this guy.

"I have each of your schedules, and they have been tailored to almost completely match those of your guides," Mr. Lawrence continued. "I understand that your curriculum was a bit different back in Great Britain, but I am confident that you all will catch up quickly."

He handed out the schedules. Seamus stared down at his and felt completely clueless. How on earth was he supposed to survive at this stupid school with these dumb Muggles and classes on things he didn't even know the least bit about?

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Hermione had to admit that she was slightly upset that her guide person was a boy. But unfortunately they couldn't get anyone who went to BHH and was a senior girl who knew about wizardry. She just told herself that she couldn't have everything.

Jonathan Webber did have two younger sisters, ages 16 and 15, though. Lindsay, the 16-year-old was very talkative and gossipy. She kept on talking about what she thought everyone would wear and be like and who they'd hooked up with over the summer and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

But Hermione was trying to look at the bright side of all of this because she was the one who got herself into this stupid program, and she was the one that had forced everyone else into it and had turned half of the students of her year against her. It was her own bloody fault.

"So. We have Math first," Jonathan announced, staring down at his schedule. "Oh, shit, I have Mr. Robbins. Oh, fuck me." Jonathan slapped himself on the forehead.

Hermione winced. "What's wrong with Mr. Robbins?" she asked tentatively.

"He's psychotic. And really hard," Jonathan explained.

Hermione nodded, not wanting to press for answers any further.

Jonathan scanned down the rest of the schedule. He laughed to himself. "We have the worst teachers ever."

"...Okay..." Was she supposed to take that as a good thing?

Jonathan shrugged.

They walked the rest of the way to class in silence and made it there in less than a minute. Hermione sat down at a desk next to Jonathan's. He sat down next to Matt, whom he was happy to see he had a class with. On the other side of Matt, Seamus sat glaring at her. She ignored him and looked around the room. None of the people seemed to want to have anything to do with her. They barely even noticed she was there. She had a feeling that she would have to go through hell to get friends in this place.

Until suddenly, as though on cue, someone sitting on the other side of her started talking to her.

"Are you one of the new girls from England?" she questioned.

Hermione spun around and came face-to-face with a girl with bright and curious hazel eyes and a long, slender body leaning over onto Hermione's desk.

"Yes," she answered. For some reason she felt a twinge of intimidation from this girl.

"I'm Elizabeth Sherman," she said with a big smile, extending her hand out for Hermione to shake.

"Hermione Granger," she responded, taking her hand.

"It's really nice to meet you. I was so excited to hear that there would be exchange students from England! That's so cool."

And that was how Hermione got her first friend in California.

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A/N: Too many details and not enough dialogue and action, am I right? That's how I sort of feel about this chapter... I was trying to write it sort of quickly because I feel so bad that I haven't been updating anything quickly and it's summer! I also made a few changes to this story: the title and some of the names of a few characters, so there are a few small changes to chapter two. Please review and tell me your thoughts, even if they're negative ones!