Spell 2-
Samantha woke up nearly an hour later, her hair ruffled and the others whispering across from her. She listened in on their talk for a few minutes, then made herself obviously awake by stretching like a cat.
They weren't talking about anything interesting anyways.
"Hello everyone, are we almost there?" Sam rubbed her eyes and sat up with her feet planted flat on the ground.
"Actually, there are only about ten to twenty minutes left of the ride," Hermione said pointedly, looking the American over.
"Good, I'm getting bored." Sam started to try and straighten out her hair while putting her headphones away. She yawned, stretching her arms once more and looking sleepily at the three magical people in front of her.
"Have a nice nap?" Harry asked, grinning.
Sam smiled sheepishly and nodded, letting out a small, embarrassed laugh. She stood up and stretched, looking in her backpack and finding it empty of Chocolate Frogs. Turning to the three suspects, she looked them over accusingly and finally walked out, saying she was going to get some more.
She had her biker gloves on and numerous chains around her neck, Sam certainly was intimidating. Smirking as she walked down the halls to the front of the train in her search for Chocolate Frogs.
"Stupid American chick,"
Sam turned around and walked backwards until she heard where the voice had come from.
"Wait until my father hears about this!" Malfoy screeched, throwing something at the sliding door. Sam stepped back in disgust, unable to recognize the gunk that hit the glass portion of the door. She continued walking, shrugging her shoulders and suddenly reminded of her mission.
Humming a tune, she eventually made it to the front. Sam knocked on the door into the front and was greeted by a cheerful looking young wizard. "Hello! Can I help you there?" he said, smiling.
"Umn, yeah, do you have anymore Chocolate Frogs?" Sam tried not to look skeptical of his overly happy reaction to her wanting chocolate.
"Sure do! Hold on just one minute!" he went inside the room, leaving it slightly open and returning with an armful before Sam had enough time to retrieve some money.
"Woah there cowboy, easy on the chocolate," Sam joked, handing over some money and taking about half the armful.
"How much more time until we get to Hogwarts?" Sam asked, trying to find a way to fit all her Frogs in her purse, and finally realizing it was impossible.
"Five minutes actually, better run back to your compartment!" He saluted her with a smile and she ran back to Ron, Hermione and Harry.
"Hooray! And here I am with more froggies!" Sam smiled as she threw a frog at each of them and stashing the rest in her bag, saving one for herself of course.
The others began to pack while eating their frog, making sure they had everything while Sam watched. After finishing her frog, the train began to slow down and Sam finally began to make sure everything was in her backpack.
"You never did tell us why you only have a backpack," Hermione inquired with a certain tone in her voice that Sam just didn't like.
"All my stuff is already at Hogwarts." she replied, searching her bag for another frog.
"What's it doing there?" she countered.
"Waiting to be used," Sam found a frog and gleefully tore it open, stuffing the frog headfirst in her mouth and looking at the card before putting it in her bag.
"Well yes, obviously. But why is it there? Did you drop it off or something?" Hermione sighed and sat back down, her suitcase in front of her.
"Well, the trunks are transported from this train to the dorm rooms by magic, right?" Sam waited for nods before continuing, "Well, one of my friends who has been to England before apparated and dropped off my stuff. Sound reasonable enough?"
They all nodded. Sam smiled and said "Good!" before looking out the window to take a look at her new school.
It was snowing. Sam looked at the window with utter disgust. At least a carriage was awaiting each and every student to carry them on inside.
Sam sighed in relief and shook off the pile of snow that had accumulated on her head. She stepped into the carriage, followed by Harry, Ron and Hermione. Sam laughed as the carriage began to move- never having been in one before.
Hermione stared awkwardly at the strange girl, wondering how she acted at her other school.
"Right, anyways," Hermione began, "when you arrive at Hogwarts, there are some things you should know-"
"The staircases move," Harry added disdainfully.
"There are a ton of ghosts," Ron acquitted.
Sam shrugged, not caring for the two but not minding them either. Ghosts had never bugged her in particular, considering they haunted her home like it were a feeding ground. But only Sam could see them and touch them, sort of like a mediator but not.
"And you'll be separated into a house," Hermione added after Ron.
"Which are…?" Sam inquired of the wavy haired girl.
"When you get to Hogwarts, you get in line for a magicked hat to tell you in which house you will live. Each house is a community and they work together with each other in harmony, especially to acquire house points to win the house cup at the end of the year. Gryffendor has won the house cup for the past five years in a row!" Hermione smiled at each memory.
"Grand," Sam muttered, having been lost half-way through Hermione's explanation.
Sam was jostled forward as the carriage came to an abrupt halt. She looked out the window at the magnificent school towering above her.
"Woah. And double-woah." Sam could hardly express the schools height and glory in words.
It took her a moment to realize the carriage was nearly empty- Ron staring expectantly at her halfway though the door.
"Oh- right!" Sam adjusted her backpack blushingly and followed Ron, hopping out of the carriage and smack into a large pile of snow.
Samantha glared at the snow, it's freezing wetness soaking into her legs just above her knees. She sighed and trudged out of the pile and into the clear path where Ron, Harry and Hermione awaited her.
Before Sam was on her way, she pet the Thestrals at the front of the Carriage. She glimpsed warily around, glad the three had continued walking without her and that no one had taken notice to her petting the Thestrals. The ravenous looking horse-like creatures nuzzled her hand lovingly. Such a sight would worry others. Thestrals are only visible to those who have witnessed death.
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"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!"
Sam looked up at the elderly wizard before her. She was sitting with all the first years in a small mob forming a half circle around a three-legged-stool, a black, patched up hat atop it.
The wizard speaking, Albus Dumbledoor, was headmaster of Hogwarts, as the Transfiguration teacher- Professor McGonnagall- had explained to the wary 17-year-old.
As Dumbeldoor continued his speech, Sam fidgeted amongst the 11 year olds. She felt extremely short, being only a few inches taller than them all, and extremely foolish. She had a strange feeling that she was back at Universal Studios with her little sister in Barney Land.
"Professor McGonnagall, please begin."
Apparently the speech was over. Sam looked curiously at the stout woman before her, her eyes piercing and her dirty-blonde hair woven strictly into a bun, the woman who was Professor McGonagall. The Professor made her way to the center of the stage, emerald robes flowing majestically all around her, giving her such an air of royalty and importance.
"Right then." she began, drawing forth a long roll of parchment, "First off. Aaron, Leslie."
And so it went for the next hour, Professor McGonagall would call the name of a first year, the child would sit upon that not-so-sturdy-looking stool and the Hat would open it's mouth, which was where the brim met the coned base, and shout out the name of a house, Huffelpuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Gryffendor.
Finally, McGonagall reached the R's, and Samantha.
"Raine, Samantha." she beckoned, and the nervous teen stood up.
A smile danced on her face to cover the nervous frown looming inside of her. She sat down on the rickety stool and looked around, blushing, before Professor McGonagall placed the hat upon Sam's head, obscuring the girl's vision.
"I don't get the whole 'house' thing, but as long as I'm not in that sleezy Malfoy's house, I'm fine." Sam informed the hat.
"Not Slytherin?" the hat replied out loud.
"If that's what it's called…" Sam uneasily answered.
"You are a toughie indeed. Brave and powerful and bold, like Gryffendor. Tactical, intelligent and cunning like Ravenclaw. Unique, strange and different, like Huffelpuff. But also dark, morbid and conniving, like Slytherin. Indeed." The Sorting Hat spoke with the wisdom of many.
"I don't know what in God's name you are talking about." Sam muttered to the hat.
"Hmph. Gryffendor!" the hat screeched.
The hat was removed from Sam's head, her vision restored. She looked around until Professor McGonagall pointed out the Gryffendor table. She smiled and blushed before walking over the table with the banners of scarlet and gold, taking a seat between Ron and a stranger.
"We figured we'd better save you a seat." Harry mentioned to Sam as McGonagall called another person to the stage.
"This is Neville Longbottom. And those two over there are… oh and that's…." Ron went on to point everyone out, Sam giving a polite smile and wave to each one.
Introductions over, Sam looked around at the other tables, each decorated in their own colors, yellow, blue and green. She spotted Draco sitting at the table next to a female and his two henchmen, under a banner of the colors green and silver.
"So that's 'Slytherin'?" Sam thought.
Draco turned after feeling a staring presence and grimaced once he realized to whom the stare belonged to. Sam stuck out her tongue to which Draco copied the action.
"Hey," Sam turned around towards the other Gryffendors, speaking in a slight whisper, "When do we eat?"
"When the Sorting Hat is through. We're almost done though," Hermione turned to answer Samantha.
"But we're only on the T's!" Sam muttered.
"But I guess Hermione's not that bad. She was probably just being overprotective of her friends. Can't blame her, she seems to have a thing for making good friends." Sam decided then and there to give Hermione another chance. Besides, it wasn't like Sam to hold a grudge.
She spent the next half-hour pleading with her stomach to stop growling and clapping for the new Gryffendor first years.
"Yomania, Rose." McGonagall called.
Sam clunked her head on the table. The Gryffendor's stared worriedly, wondering if she had fainted or some such thing.
"Argh… so… hungry… taking… too…long!" Sam told the table.
"Cheer up Samantha! We're on the Y's! Only one letter left!" Ron patted her on the shoulder closest to him.
Sam muttered to the table for a minute more until Professor McGonagall called out, "Zatch, Randolf."
"Z's! Thank ye o' Lord!" Sam threw her hands to the air in sarcastic rejoicing.
With only a toddler's handful of children whose names began with a Z, the entrance ceremony was over.
"Fooooooood!" Sam moaned.
Ron and Harry snickered silently.
"Good God! You're obsessed!" Hermione looked astounded.
"So? People in America eat … a lot…" Sam waited impatiently for someone to call a table up for a buffet, or for waiters to come pouring out of… somewhere. But nothing of the sort happened.
"And now, let the feast begin!" Dumbledoor spread his arms and gestured strangely.
Sam quirked an eyebrow.
Suddenly, before her eyes, food appeared. She gasped in awe and disappointment. First of all, there was nothing there that she recognized- not that she wasn't willing to try new foods but even a hot dog would have been welcomed- and secondly, food had just appeared before her eyes. Real, edible food. At her old school, there was a buffet… and a very long line. But here, food just…. Appeared.
"I could get used to this!" she exclaimed and began to grab a little bit of everything.
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"So now we go to these so called dormitories?"
Hermione turned around and studied the American, "Yes, but first-"
The girl returned her stare to the both tall and wide portrait of a rather large woman.
"Kersnuffle." Hermione told the portrait that immediately swung open to reveal a set of stairs.
"Ker-what?" Sam stepped through the large portrait hole, confused to say the least.
"I swear," spoke the portrait behind the two girls as it closed, "The passwords the we have each year!"
Sam turned swiftly as the portrait closed shut, and darkness began to consume her. She squealed and ran to catch up with Hermione.
As Sam caught up with Hermione, she was greeted by a wonderful sight. A large, large room lay before her. A warm fire against the far wall, in between two grand sets of stairs; the rug covering one set a deep scarlet and the other a vibrant gold.
The carpet covering the vast amount of floor before Sam was also a bloody scarlet with golden fringe and design, a giant lion in the middle.
"Wow." Sam muttered, amazed in every way.
Hermione began to walk away as Sam stood in awe.
"I wish we had these back in America! Common room, was it? Hey, Hermione?" Sam looked confusedly around while frantically searching for Hermione, who was stepping quickly up a flight of stars on the far left side of the room.
Sam hustled to catch up, running up the stairs to catch up with Hermione, "If they just have these stairs, then can't the boys waltz up here and… dare I finish my sentence?"
"The stairs are spelled against boys. They sort of… go flat and the boys fall down the stairs. But girls can go into the boys area… I guess we're more trustworthy." Hermione tried a smile.
"You're just a bundle of knowledge, you know that?" Sam prodded Hermione and the English girl grinned.
"So I've been told." Hermione laughed.
Sam smiled brightly. She knew it all along. Hermione was a tough nut to crack, but inside she was just a nice person, overprotective of her friends and a complete genius, but a good, kind person.
The two girls walked down a long corridor to the very last door. There were only a few bags in there, each were quickly identified and it seemed like Hermione and Sam would be sharing a room. Alone.
"No one else rooms with us?" Sam asked, anticipation rising.
"I guess not." Hermione fell onto the bottom bunk of the only bunk bed in the room.
"SWEET!" Sam jumped up and down a minute before taking a running leap onto the top bunk.
Hermione quickly tumbled off the bottom bunk for fear of her safety, "SAM! Be careful!"
"It didn't break, did it?" Sam grinned in that enigmatic way of hers.
"No, but if you do that too often, it most likely will." Hermione pointed out and sat back down.
Sam wasn't listening, she rarely did. Rather, she was unpacking her camouflage suitcase, taking out matching camou sheets, pillow cases and a comforter. While still on the mattress, Sam began to make her bed.
"That's really interesting," Hermione had unpacked her own matching plaid comforter, sheets and pillow cases.
"You think so? Just a touch of home." Sam clapped her hands together, finally finished.
She reached into her suitcase once more and took out a folder and lots of tape. Sam began to tape up pictures of girls in army uniform and some guys as well. She had an anime character or two taped up next and a picture of her parents right next to where her pillow lay.
"Who are all they?" Hermione had just finished making her own bed.
Sam pointed to a girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes, "That's my friend Krysten. We've been friends since kindergarten!" Next was a girl with reddish-brown hair and peculiar yellow eyes, "That's Jacqui, she's been my friend since Sixth grade. And that's Sarah, and that's Rose, and that's Kyle, and Nick, and Murph Derf, and Phil- Phil's from England, you know!- and Haley, and Courtney, Matt, Nigel. Nigel thinks he's from England." Sam laughed, "Alicia, Rachel, Michelle- Michelle likes to be called Forest,- and my friend from Australia, Konoko! Oh, and those are my parents, over here."
"Your mother is so beautiful! I see where you get it, then." Hermione praised.
"That's pretty funny." Sam laughed, looking at the picture of a smiling woman, beaming blue eyes and mousy brown hair reaching to her pierced ears.
"Why's that funny?" Hermione asked, looking at confused.
"Well, A) I've never been told I'm beautiful. Only my Mom says that. And B) Well, she's not my real mom! I'm adopted, you see." Sam laughed once more.
"Oh, I didn't know." Hermione apologized hurriedly.
"Meh, not many do. My Mom's the only one who knows I'm a witch anyways." Sam waved her hand dismissively.
"Why doesn't your father know?" Hermione asked softly, not wanting to pry but needing to know.
"My Dad is a downright, hardcore religious guy. That's not saying I'm against being religious, I'm pretty religious myself. It's just that, most of what our religion says is totally against what I am. Dad's the kind of guy that finds Satanists and Atheists a challenge. He tries to see how long it takes them to convert, if they ever do. My friend's wicked stubborn when it comes to her… religion. She's an Atheist and proud of it!" Sam laughed and pointed to Jacqui on her wall.
"I…see…sort of…" Hermione muttered and scratched her head.
"Yeah, I have a confusing life." Sam began to undress and change into her pajamas.
"There's a bathroom right there, you know," Hermione tried not to laugh.
"Yeah, well. I'm lazy." Sam sighed and tugged on her black pajama bottoms. She had also switched her business-y top for a long, white t-shirt.
"I think it's going to be a very interesting year with you around, Sam." Hermione sighed and went to the bathroom to change.
"I'll bet." Sam grinned.
"Anyways," Hermione was apparently a very fast changer, "we had better get some rest, class begins earlier than usual tomorrow."
"Yipee." Sam muttered, pulling out her laptop and opening it.
"Does it actually work?" Hermione pulled herself onto Sam's bed partway.
"Cha," Sam replied, typing extremely fast for three minutes, than clicking a button.
"And what did you just do?" the English girl had lowered herself, getting dizzy after watching the speedy typing.
"Sent an email to the rents, is all." Sam put away the laptop and tugged out a little stuffed fox, "Night Hermione."
As soon as she said 'night' the lights immediately went off.
"Good night, Sam."
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