Eleven Pages! I'm so happy…this is my longest chapter yet. Hope you enjoy this, and thanks to Selene-13-immortal for reviewing. Elle

Disclaimer: I DON"T OWN HARRY POTTER! If I did, then I would have quit high school a long time ago.

Introductions, Singing, and A Starring Contest

The Opening Feast for Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry started off quit normal; Professor McGonagall brought in the first years after the rest of the students had become situated. The Sorting Hat sang its weird and ecliptic song and then everyone watched as the nervous First Years approached the bench. When the sorting was over, Dumbeldore stood up, but instead of saying something, like "Tuck in", that would make the food appear, he did something different…

"Many of you have probably heard rumors about what is going to be happening this year. I would like to say a few words about these rumors, they are all wrong." His eyes were twinkling like never before. McGonagall was trying with all her might not to let the smile that she had been fighting to appear on her lips, while Snape looked like he was about to die from boredom. Normal, uh?

At this, the golden trio looked around the room. They had heard many things; another Tri-Wizard Tournament, a new club, Quiddtich being canceled.

"As long as Quidditch hasn't been canceled, I really don't care what this big announcement is." Said Ron. All Harry did was nod his head because Dumbeldore was continuing his speech.

"This year we are going to take place in an exchange program with Salem academy in America. All students, from years third through seventh will be coming to join us for the rest of the year. Next year, we will offer students from the same years to spend a semester at Salem Academy."

With this, all the students began to whisper among themselves.

"Americans?"

"I heard that they are very intellectual, and they speak English, so there will be no language barrier like there was in our fourth years." Said Hermione.

"Forget about their intellect, Americans are wild. Did you know that they call football soccer? Weird." Explained Seamus.

"Who cares about football? As long as Quidditch isn't canceled." Was all Ron could say before Dumbeldore continued.

"All third through seventh years from Salem will be attending because this is more than an exchange program. When the Quidditch season begins, Salem house teams will join the competition against our own house teams. At the end of the season, there will be a Salem vs. Hogwarts game. Sign ups for house teams are already up while signs ups for the Hogwarts team will be up after Christmas."

At this, Dumbeldore turned towards McGonagall. "Did I miss anything Professor?"

She shook her head, and then walked towards the doors. All the students moved around in their seats so that they could get a good look at who was at the door. McGonagall opened the doors, and there stood no one.

"What in the world?" asked Harry.

"Who knows. May be they under a gigantic invisibility cloak." Suggested Ron.

"Please Ron, even if they could find a cloak big enough, they wouldn't be able to hide under it here."

"Maybe they're going to apparate."

Hermione was about to scream at them that you couldn't apparate on Hogwarts when the school heard a very interesting pop.

Out of nowhere appeared a girl in a pale green evening gown, three inched heels, her slightly curled red hair was wind blown, and she seemed out of breath.

Hermione looked like she was going to pass out. "Did she just…"

Normally, Ron would take every opportunity to prove Hermione wrong, but he, along with the rest of the male population, was entranced with the new girl.

She began to walk towards the teachers' table as she started talking. "I'm so sorry that I'm late Professor Dumbeldore. I got stuck at a dinner party and it would have been incredibly rude of me to leave early."

"But keeping the Headmaster late you find acceptable?" replied a voice that sounded more like a snarl then a thirty year-old male.

The girl turned towards the voice, and instead of running away in terror like most would, she just smiled. "Professor Snape, how nice to meet you. It seems that all the rumors about you are true."

Her only response was a growl as Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled even more. "What rumors may I ask?"

"It seems that it is true that you failed the manners section of Kindergarten. Oops, looks like I told your secret to the school, but don't be ashamed. You can easily find a tutor for that, I'm sure that my five year-old niece would have no problem lending you her Sesame Street tapes."

The effect of her words was unimaginable. While the student body tried to hide their rib-breaking laughter by sliding out of the seats and going under the table, if anyone has looked up at the teachers table, they would have never been able to stop laughing.

Snape's jaw seemed to have hit the floor, his pale face slowly becoming red with anger. Dumbeldore suddenly became very interested with the mechanics under the table while McGonagall was fighting a losing battle with her smile and soon joined Dumbeldore under the table. Hagrid was biting his lip as large tars started running down his face. Flitwick had passed out due to lack of air by trying to hide his laughter. The only ones who seemed unfazed by the whole situation were the strange girl and Professor Trelawney. And considering that the Divinations Professor spends most of her life in her own little world, few expected a reaction from her.

And yet the whole time, this strange girl always had a smile on her face.

"Oh man, I wish I had gotten that on tape." Replied Ron. He was the first student who came up from the table because he didn't want to miss the girl insult the git again.

Harry soon came up, though he had random fits of laughter, "Ssh! I'm trying to burn this memory into my brain so I can always remember it."

"Harry, you better hurry up!" Ron said rather excited. Harry lifter his eyes and saw Snape marching across the room towards the girl. "If I missed this, I'd never forgive myself."

After a few moments Snape had regained his composure, a sneer firmly planted on his face. He stood up from his seat and slowly made his way to the strange girl.

"Who are you? No doubt you are an American due to your lack of manners, and I pray to God that you are not the new Defense teacher, though you seem to be to young to be a graduate. So I ask again, who are you?"

Her eyes twinkled for a moment, as she looked him over; though he was standing still, his robes continued to billow beneath him. He had a sneer on his face, his voice sounded like a growl, and his pale face was tinted red.

"You know, you look really funny when you're mad Professor. But that doesn't answer your question, does it? My name is Everett Wilson. I am a 6th year at Salem Academy and I was elected to represent my school along with telling them when they can arrive. Is that a sufficient answer?" She said with a smirk.

"You were elected to represent your school? Why, because you were able to entrance the male population into voting for you? Or do you have some hidden talent that includes using your brain that we are unaware of?"

"Neither. Not only was I named head girl despite being a 6th year, I have the best grades ever seen at Salem, I'm the youngest seeker ever and have been Quidditch Captain since my third year. Plus, I'm the only student who's ever been involved in a press conference."

Snape's smirk had suddenly died away, but the Everett continued. "And if that's not enough of a reason for you, everyone knew that I wont back down since I have five older brothers, the youngest being 18 and the eldest 32. Hence the reason to why I have a five year-old niece."

It was amazing how quickly the attitude of the room had changed. Everett's smile, which had immediately been replaced with a determined look, was now back. Snape looked as if he had been punched, the student body was amazed as well as the teachers. Dumbeldore, who had been smiling the whole time, took this opportunity to break up this little argument.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you Miss. Wilson. Along with all the things that she previously mentioned, Miss Wilson…"

"EV!" she said.

"I', very sorry, Ev will be presenting a speech to us after she calls her fellow students to come. Ev, f you please."

"No problem professor." She moved into the center of the room and muttered something under her breath. The students watched in awe as a white light appeared in front of Ev and traveled to the door. After a moment, she opened her eyes and nodded to Professor McGonagall. McGonagall went to the door and once again opened them. This time, however, there stood at least two hundred students, all dressed in their uniforms.

Ev moved from her spot in the middle of the room and approached what seemed to be her headmistress. "Professor Blanche, I am so sorry about my tardiness, I was temporarily detained in a conversation."

The Professor was older, though nowhere close to being the same age as Dumbeldore. Her face was soft and she appeared to be one of those teachers who punished you by saying 'I am very disappointed' instead of yelling until they were blue in the face.

She gave a slight chuckle. "Do not worry Miss Wilson, I have learned to expect anything when it comes to you…"

"But we haven't." Shouted a voice form the back of the group. After pushing their way through the group of students appeared two three girls and two boys the same age as EV.

At the sight of these students, Ev gave out a small squeal and ran towards the tallest of the boys. She gave him a gigantic hug. "I've missed you so much Mark. You to Bree" she said as she moved to the girl closest to the boy she called Mark. Slowly she moved down the line of kids, hugging each of them as she carried on a conversation with the rest of the group.

"How was the press conference, Ev?" Asked the one she was currently hugging, Brian.

"It was ok."

"You mean it was incredibly boring and a complete waste of your time."

Ev laughed, "What else would it be Kait?"

"Meaningful?" replied Nikole.

At this they all laughed. "Ate least it was better then the…"

"Excuse me."

The group of students stopped talking and faced their Professor who was now talking with Professor Dumbeldore. "I have explained to Professor Dumbeldore how you have not seen each other since school ended, but I'm going to have to cut this reunion short so that the rest of you can introduce yourselves."

"Good Evening ladies and gentlemen. My name is Mark Wilson and I am a 6th year at Salem Academy." He was taller then Ev, around 5' 10" with black hair on the long side. He had bright blue eyes and was the perfect image of popularity. "

Along with Ev, and the rest of our group, I am a representative for our school, but we all answer to Ev." At this she smiled, like it was an inside joke. "This is very hard for me since Ev and I are cousins and we're constantly competing for the spotlight." He said with a bit of a laugh.

"Hey, I can't help it if I'm just better then you!"

"I am a chaser for our house, Leone, the House of the Lions. I am a prefect and single, so if you need a date, call me!" With a bow, he left the stage. As he joined the group, Ev hit him in the elbow and glared at him for his last comment. All he did was grin.

The next person to talk was a girl around 5' 5" with brown hair and eyes. She was not as skinny as a stick, but she wasn't heavy either. Unlike Mark and Ev, who looked like they belonged with the popular crowd, she looked like the perfect friend.

"Well, that's going to be a hard act to follow, since I'm not single. I'm currently in a wonderful relationship with that dashing young man next to Mark." She blew him a kiss and he caught it and placed it to his heart. The group rolled their eyes while the girls of Hogwarts 'awed'.

"My name is Breanna but I go by Bree. I'm also a SA representative, though I'm not as much as a trouble-maker as the other two." With this all the teachers from Salem nodded their heads in agreement while Mark and Ev pretended to congratulate each other.

"I'm a chaser for our Quidditch team but I play for Amicizia, which is the house of Friendship. If you ever need anything…"

"Or wish to borrow any book known to man" added Mark.

She sent a glare back at him, but didn't deny his statement. "Just come to me."

"Hello everyone. My name is Brian and I really can't say much. I'm also a 6th year, a SA representative, a troublemaker, and I'm a chaser for my house's Quidditch team. My house is Potere, which is, I think, the equivalent of the Slytherin House here. Other then that, all I have to say, is don't call Mark, he's too immature, and keep your hands off that beautiful brunette over there. She's mine!" His tone wasn't serious, and though everyone laughed, they knew that he meant it.

The last two remaining girls came up together. "My name is Nikole," said the first, "and I'm Rose" said the second. "I'm part of the Cervelli House, which is all the smart people and I'm a Keeper on the Quidditch team." Nikole said with a laugh. She was on the shorter side like Ev, around 5' 3" but looked magnificent. She had slightly curled, short blonde hair and belonged in a modeling studio. "I'm part of the Potere House with Brian and unlike everyone else, I don't play Quidditch." Rose, though completely stunning, looked nothing like Nikole. While Nikole's beauty was like a models, Rose was inner beauty enhanced by her features. She was 5' 6" with long dark brown hair and green eyes.

With this, the two girls looked at each other. "We do, however, have one thing in common. We're both single, so call us!" And with that, they went and rejoined the group.

"Ok, well, I think it's my turn to properly introduce myself. My name is Everett Wilson and leader of this motley crew. If you have any question about SA, its students, or teachers, come to me for I am the head representative for the student body. I am Head Girl though I'm only in my 6th year at SA. I am founder and head of a defense club that will be continuing while we are here at Hogwarts and is opened to all students along with captain of the Quidditch team for Leone."

Out of the see of SA students, what looked like a third year girl raised her hand. "Yea Lydia?"

"Will you be continuing your other clubs, too?"

"Yes, I will, and they will also be opened to any student, Hogwarts or Salem."

"Ev", interrupted Mrs. Blanche, "Why don't you give a quick over view of your clubs."

"The Defense club is like the DA that you have here at Hogwarts, but it combine both physical defense with magical. I run a tutoring service, which is opened to all years. If you are in need of a tutor, or would like to become a tutor, talk with me. We also have a club that I named Cultura; all years are invited to come and we do different activities. Its pretty much a "hey, lets get to know everyone' club. The final club that will be continued here at Hogwarts is out anti-Voldie club. Together, we talk about the effects Voldemort- yes, I said his name, deal with it!- the effects that he has had on our lives, how to help others, and how to prevent him from ever attacking again. It goes hand-in-hand with the defense club. Um, I think that's all.

While the student body looked like they were going to experience a nervous breakdown from this onslaught of new knowledge, Mark was cracking up laughing.

"I'm telling you Ev, you have to stop ending your speeches with, that's all."

"Shut up." She turned once again to the Hogwarts students. "I am giving you all an open invitation to join these clubs. They are a lot of fun. SO know, that we have all personally introduced ourselves, we would like to show you why we're all friends. Ready guys?"

All six of them had their wands out, and pointed them at the ceiling, "coriandoli" they shouted, and soon thousands of pieces of different colored confetti began to fall from the ceiling. After landing on something it would disappear, as to prevent a mess. Once all of it had fallen, shining very brightly on the walls, it large gold letter read, "Hogwarts might have had the Marauders and the Weasley twins, but Salem has the Istigatori."

With that, all the teachers let out a very big groan.