A/N: Sorry about being so late! I had midterms. Sophomore year is a lot harder than I thought. I'm in 3D sculpture this year for one of my electives, and I had to work on that class's project forever! But I am so happy with my project. It's a bird in a nest made out of soapstone. I'm giving it to my mom for her birthday. (She has a bird-thing). Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 3

During the flight, Lorelie slept most of the time. She was sitting next to an older fellow who snored. On the other side of her was a window. For a while, Lorelia gazed out the window to the horizon.

"Well, here it begins." She whispered. This was the first time Lorelie had been so far from home. The old man next to her shuffled in his seat and snorted. Lorelie crinkled her nose in disgust.

"I saw that." The old man said. "Don't think I didn't see."

"I'm sorry sir."

"You should be. What time is it? Stupid muggle transportation. Not nearly as efficient."

"Excuse me?" Lorelie said. Could it be her luck that she was seated next to another wizard?

"Harlequin Hatfield."

"Lorelie MacDonnough. I'm, um, a foreign exchange student." Lorelie said. The man was very strange, she noticed now, but not nearly as old as she had originally thought. He was tall and skinny, and a mop of white-blond hair rested on the top of his head. He wore a gray suit, and a black bowler rested in his lap; there was a cane laying on the floor at his feet. He looked like he had been plucked straight out of the nineteenth century. He couldn't have been more than thirty years old.

"A student, eh? It just so happens I am a professor." He said lightly. Lorelie wondered if he taught at Hogwarts.

"I think we're landing soon." Lorelie said. Outside, the sky was gray with clouds. Sure enough, the captain came over the loudspeaker.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be arriving in London shortly. The local time is 11:20 p.m. Please fasten your safety belts while the light is on. Mesdames et Messiers, nous arriverions a Londres…"

"Oh!" Lorelie quickly fastened her seatbelt. The professor did the same. He looked at Lorelie strangley. "Is something wrong?"

"Violet Sky Academy?"

"How did you…"

The young professor pointed to the scarf Lorelie held in her lap. It was purple with a carefully sewn wolf patch in one corner—the school's mascot.

"Oh, right." Lorelie blushed. Suddenly, the plane bumped and Lorelie yelped.

"It's turbulence—we're landing."

"Oh."

"Are you transferring to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, I am."

Professor Hatfield held out his hand to shake Lorelies. She did.

"I will be taking over the Defense Against the Dark Arts position." He said. "Did Violet Sky offer that particular course?"

"No. But we had a Native American Art and Magic course."

"Ah, I thought so. I'm a Salem graduate myself." The professor grinned. "Say, do you mind riding with me to the train station? I don't think I can manage taking a muggle taxicab by myself."

"Actually, Professor Dumbledore was going to—"

"We can forward him an owl when we land.

"Well…okay." Lorelie smiled. She was glad that she was going to have Professor Hatfield as a friend.