Ok, so I was reviewing my story recently and I realized that I forgot to do two things:

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER (though I wish that I did!)

PLEASE REVIEW!

"So what's its like being Harry Potter?"

"Well, thank you very much Miss. Ev and your fellow, um, Istigatori? I believe that your prank ranks as one of my favorites." Professor Dumbeldore turned his attention to the students of Hogwarts, whose brains were still recovering from the load of information shoved into them. "Now that everyone has been introduced, I'm going to ask each SA house to take their seats. Potere goes with Slytherin, Cervelli goes with Ravenclaw, Amicizia goes with Hufflepuff, and finally, Leone goes with Gryffindor."

With each house he assigned their seats, magically the tables expanded and the exact number of needed plates appeared. As the houses took their seats, Dumbeldore pulled out a chair for Mrs. Blanche on his left, next to a very disgruntled Potions Professor. "oh, I do believe that I have forgotten the magical words" he said, standing back up again, Tuck in!" With that, food appeared across the tables, but some of it was new. With the mashed potatoes, pudding, and vegetables, there was hamburgers, chicken fingers and french fries.

"Weird" muttered Neville as he examined a French fry.

Ron, being the human garbage machine, dove right into the food. "Guys, its good!" Noticing their worried faces he added, "Trust me, I'll eat anything but that doesn't mean I like it. Those Americans have excellent tastes!"

"We do, don't we?"

The Golden Trio, Neville, and Ginny all turned around towards the voice only to see that Istigatori sitting down next to them. "Thank Ev for the food, she planned everything" said Mark.

"Well, almost everything. I defiantly didn't plan on being attacked by the Potions Professor." she said nonchalantly as she picked up the chicken.

While Ron and Harry just grinned, happy that someone had finally put Snape in his place, Mark dropped his fork and looked shocked. "Don't give me that face Mark, I didn't do anything. I swear, that man's temper is almost as bad as my own."

"Is that possible? Pass the burgers by the way."

"No problem, you know how much I hate them."

Finally, Ron interrupted their conversation, "Hate them! How do you hate something so, so…wonderful!"

"Ev's a vegetarian-"

"Semi!"

"SEMI-vegetarian", continued Mark. "The only reason she included any red meat on the menu is because 99 of the American teenagers live off of them.

Ron couldn't grasp the idea of someone not liking burgers, or any food in general, so Hermione took it upon herself to continue the conversation. "Hi I'm Hermione. I'm a six year and a prefect with Ron, the one's whose mouth is currently wide opened." Ron finally moved, realized what she said, and closed his mouth.

Ev laughed at what Hermione said, "So how long have you two been dating?"

"Dating? What do you mean?" Asked Hermione, somewhat put out.

"I have an eye for these things. Plus only a girlfriend could get a guy to close his mouth!" "Hey!" Shouted the guys, and a few second later, so did Ron. He was still grasping the idea of someone not liking food.

Ev rolled her eyes before continuing. "SO it seems that my cousin has made friends with your sister." Ginny, who had been bored with the conversation, had started talking with Mark a few minutes earlier while Neville had stricken up a conversation with the Creevey brothers. "I was wondering how long it would take him to find a girl here, but something tells me that she'll give him a run for his money."

"Yea, that's Ginny. She's a year below us, and she's definetly not one to mess with."

Ev grinned. "I'd better call Jason, we need to get a bet going to see how long this fling will last."

"Jason?"

"My body-guard"

"Who has a body-guard?" Up until that point, Harry had been talking with Professor Dumbeldore, and had chosen that moment to join the conversation.

Harry sat down next to Ev, looked at her for a minute, then at Ron and Hermione, and then back at Ev. "You're Everette Wilson right? I'm Harry, its nice to meet you."

"Wait! I know you!" As she spoke, Harry's mood dampened; he hadn't even eaten and someone had already recognized him as 'The-Boy-Who-Lived'. "You're the boy from the train station. You guys were talking, I tripped, and you caught me. Thanks again for that."

A smile appeared on his face, pushing the thought of how long he could go until she recognized him into the back of his brain. "Yea. That was definetly interesting. I don't think I've ever such a small dress."

She smiled with a slight blush. Hermione and Ron noticed how they were acting and sent knowing looks at each other. "Yea, that was for a publicity stunt. I had just come from a concert in San Francisco, was going to make a music video in a studio in London, and then going to my nephews third birthday party."

"Wow! How do you do everything?"

"I mean Hermione needs like three days to do a History of Magic Essay, even though she's already read the book like three times." "RON!" she shouted as she shoved her elbow in his side.

"Yea that's my friend Nikole. Its funny, our houses are a lot like yours, but we don't have the house animosity that you guys have. "

"I can see being friends with Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, but Slytherin? I could never be friend with Malfoy." As Harry said that, Ron shuddered. "Malfoy" he spat.

Ev was desperetly trying to hide a smile. "I remember being like that. I had heard stories about the houses. One house is for the loyal, but spinless; one for those who spend their lives in a book; the one's who are evil and those who are a step above the rest. AM I close?" Hermione and Harry nodded their heads.

"You say it like its wrong. I mean, look at them! They're evil!" shouted Ron.

"Appearences can be deceiving. Mark and I grew up together, being cousins and all. At elementary school, we met Nikole and Rose, and on the train to Salem we met Brian and Bree. We all knew how different we were from each other, but we thought our friendship was over when we were sorted into different houses. But some how our friendship survived." Ev seemed to be gazing out into space, but Ron's comment brought her back to earth. "Why do I have the feeling that you're going to try and make us friends with Malfoy." Before she could do anything other then grin, Professor Dumbeldore called her up to the podium.

"Wish me luck!"

Right in front of the teacher's table was a microphone and a stand for her to put her papers on. She got organized and began her speech before she realized that she had yet to change into her school robes. "Opps!" She blinked her eyes, and in a second her evening gown was replaced with the traditional SA uniform. A (little to short) gray skirt, white button up with a vest (her's was green because of her house) and over her uniform was her black robes which she kept unbuttoned. "That's better."

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen…"