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Jason's' First Impression.

Jason turned the corner and took a step back only allowing his head to peak around the corner to see what was going on. Crack! Her fist slammed into the blonde boys' nose, he fell back against one of the doors with a sharp thud. He turned and headed back to his compartment as the twin red heads stepped from the compartment behind the girl, knowing she needed no help defending herself.

Swwwllshhhh…He closed the door behind him and stared into the empty compartment; slowly he pulled down his trunk and changed into the strange robes that the English Witches and Wizards wore. Jason sat down on the bench with a thud and started to space off, staring as the scenery went by.

Screeching to a stop, the train pulled into the station. The whistle screamed through the almost silent cars. Doors crashed open, people spilled into the hallways, mumbling, roaring, and stomping. Squawks, meows, squeaks, and croaks could be heard from the pets left behind.

He was bumped, bounced, and shoved off of people, and the walls the hall. It was so crowded you could smell the stale breath of the student's un-brushed teeth, after a lunch of treats, and candy. Thoughts poured through his tortured mind, as he thought of the year to come, and the year that had passed.

In the past year, his parents had died, he moved to England, and now he was starting a new school. How much worse could his life get, he missed his friends in Southern California, but his only remaining family he had left lived in England. Now he was here at Hogwarts. All these thoughts were running through his mind as he made his way to a carriage and sitting down, a few other students who were obviously American; with there familiar accents, blank stares and nervous glances out the window, sat in the carriage with him. Most sat in stony silence as they made they made their way to the castle, while others chatted nervously, all of them preoccupied with their concerns, and ideas. The carriage bumped to a slow stop outside of the castle, the four exited the carriage slowly making their way through the castle doors into entry way.

All the students from the States were rounded up and taken into a side room where they were each to sit on a stool, a hat placed upon their head, and this choose the houses they'd be living in until they graduated from the school in their seventh year. He recognized the first person that was sorted; it was the one who had punched the greasy haired blonde boy.

After a few other students it was his turn to sit on the stool. "Hmm smart, brave, rebellious, at the same time shy and hidden within yourself, should you be in Hufflepuff, Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Since I am unsure of where to put you Hufflepuff will be the right place for you." The hat whispered all but the name of the house of Hufflepuff. After they were finished with the sorting they made their way into the hall, and to their assorted tables. He sat down at the end of one away from the rest of the students. His table was by the Slytherins and he could see the blonde boys' nose had strip on it.

"The only thing that's keeping the pieces of bone together is this piece of tap, and a spell Pomfrey did. If I had gotten there too much later I would have been disfigured forever and I would never again be able to smell the sweet perfume you wear." The boy said to a pretty yet equally disgusting girl.

Jason glanced towards the girl whom had "disfigured" the blonde; she was sitting between the twin red haired boys and seemed to be having quit a time. She makes friends fast, he sighed. It wasn't that he was shy he just didn't want to make friends; he didn't want to have the people closest to him ripped out of his life again. He couldn't take that kind pain again. He was fine on the outside but on the inside he was burning. He didn't wear black, and he didn't cut himself. Usually he would wear jeans or shorts and a tank but here he'd have to wear the odd robes that set the wizards apart from the Muggles in England.

He listened to Dumbledore's speech and decided that he was going to enter the competition its not like he had anything to lose. He ate slowly waiting for his house to make their way to their common room and dormitory so he could sleep and escape from the night. Finally they did, they slowly made they're way to Hufflepuff common room which was in the dungeons, not unlike the Slytherin house. The password was "Hazel Butter." Which Jason was sure to make a mental note of; he slowly made his way up to the steps to the boy's dormitory and quickly found his bed. His beautiful tawny owl was sitting on his trunk at the end of his bed something held fast in his beak. Jason pulled the crumpled peace of paper from the tawny's beak and carefully unfolded.

Dear Cousin Jason,

I am sorry you did not make it into the Gryffindor house with me and my friends.

Please try and make the best of it I know that Hogwarts isn't the same as America but still it's all we have to offer.

Your Favorite little Cousin,

Coral.