(1) Yes, she actually says W. T. F. XD
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Chapter Three
"What's with the chart?"
Sam wearily looked up at Ron, "Chart? Oh, right," she lifted her head from her hands and looked down at the awkward paper before her, "Well, I split these into periods. See? A, B, C, D… well, you get the picture. It's so much easier. A period I have Transfiguration. B period I have potions. C period I have A History of Magic…etcetera!"
"That's cool. Looks like we'll be in most of the same classes this year." Ron placed a piece of parchment beside her notebook.
Harry rushed into the great hall, sitting hurriedly down next to Hermione, who was on the other side of Sam, "Good morning, everyone! Did I miss the mail?"
The windows suddenly flew open, and a rush of warm wind blew in along with many, many owls.
"WTF!" (1) Sam shouted, ducking as a crazed owl whizzed right by her ear and smack into Ron.
A graceful, snowy white owl landed directly onto Harry's arm, bearing a small note. Harry took the note and read it to himself.
Hermione received no owl at all, but eagerly looked over Harry's shoulder as he read.
The windows were about to close when something small and orange flew in.
Sam did a double take as the orange blob flew towards her, "No. Way." she muttered.
"That's a ruddy weird owl," Ron grinned as Harry and Hermione stared at both him and his owl, Pig, who was currently swimming in a glass of pomegranate juice.
"That's not an owl, dimwit." Samantha stood up and whistled at the blob, "Skittles! Come here Skittles!"
The blob stopped in midair and made a direct u-turn, flying rapidly towards Sam as she continually coaxed it towards her. Finally it stopped flying altogether and fell from a frightful height, plummeting towards Sam.
As soon as it had landed, Hermione and Harry gasped at the creature Sam was now cuddling mercilessly. A fox runt, with silky red hair and white tips on the ears, tail, and face, was what Sam was currently snuggling with.
"A…fox…" Hermione muttered.
"That's bloody awesome! Can I pet it?" Ron reached out a little.
"It's a he! And his name is Skittles Tyler. Jacqui named him for me!" Sam kissed the fox on it's slippery black nose.
"Who's Jacqui?" Harry asked, watching as Ron cautiously pet Skittles behind the ear.
"My friend from America. Skittles, this is Harry, Ron, and Hermione." Sam pointed to each with one hand.
It's wonderful to meet you.
"What the hell!" Ron yelped, tearing his hand away from the fox.
"Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you." Sam smiled and scratched her cheek, embarrassed.
About me? Or the fact that I can speak to you humans? the voice was crystal clear, ringing out in the four's minds. A bodiless voice, that of a male who's age was everywhere.
"Um… both?" Sam laughed nervously.
The fox sighed and shook his head in an un-fox-like way, That memory of yours is going to get you into trouble one of these days.
"I'll bet!" Sam looked at her three friends, currently staring at her, "Any questions?"
"How- how- how…!" Ron pointed crazily at Skittles.
It's rude to point.
Ron's hand instantly flew down to his side as he gulped.
"So then. How is it that this fox came to be in your possession? And how can he speak?" Hermione was busily petting Skittle's tail.
"Well, I didn't find him, he found me. You see, in America, we have familiars. You know what they are, right? Well, they improve your magic. Skittles has been my familiar from day numero uno!" Sam stuck up a single finger to indicate 'day one'.
"He has wings!" Hermione's fingers dusted over the feathery, white wings protruding from Skittles' back.
Again, I am a familiar. I'm no ordinary fox.
"They're gorgeous!" Hermione praised.
Thank you. Samantha, everyone is leaving this area. Perhaps we should move on to your next class?
Sam quickly looked around and squealed; there were only a few people left in the room! She grabbed her backpack and ran out the door, Ron, Harry and Hermione following after.
"To Transfiguration!" Sam shouted and slowed down so that the others could lead her to the classroom.
That sounds useful. Skittles muttered sarcastically.
"Be nice, Skittles." Sam warned.
Harry led the way down a few more twisty corridors before rushing into a classroom. Hermione and Ron ran in after him and Sam slowed to a walk.
"And who are you?"
Sam whirled around, "Um, hi! I'm Sam, and I'm from America…" her sentence trailed off at the harsh look from Professor McGonagall.
"The new student. And so late in the years." the Professor sighed, "Well, hurry up, I don't have all day."
Sam rushed in the room with a frightened, 'yes ma'am!'. She ran right towards the back of the room, sitting herself in-between Hermione and Ron.
"So then, let's take roll and then we'll review quickly on last years work." Professor McGonagall took out a piece of parchment and a quill, "Abott, Hannah."
"Here!" came a voice from the opposite side of the room.
"What's with all the parchment and quills?" Sam leaned shoulder to shoulder with Ron and whispered into his ear nonchalantly.
"What do you mean? You bought some didn't you?" Ron whispered back.
"No. Was I supposed to?" Ron gave her an awkward stare, "I bought notebooks and pens."
"Granger, Hermione."
"Here, professor!" Sam and Ron sat up straight immediately as Professor McGonagall called their friend.
The rest of roll call went quickly, Sam noticing Harry's adorable blush when a Cho Chang 's name was called. She grinned and dug into her messenger bag for an emerald green notebook marked 'Transfiguration'. Sam had chosen the color because of Professor McGonagall's robes. She reached into the bag once more and grabbed a black pen with the top chewed mostly off.
Hermione gave the pen and notebook a harsh look but turned back to the professor like a good little student.
Sam leaned onto the long, wooden desks and began to engrave her name into the notebook cover. Soon after she opened the notebook and doodled inside. She doodled away as the professor explained what was going to happen this year and-
"Samantha Raine, are you paying attention?"
Sam's head snapped up so fast, she heard her neck crack, "Yes, ma'am!"
"Then, would you mind demonstrating how to turn a rat into a teakettle?" Professor McGonagall motioned with her wand and a rat appeared on her desk.
"Gross." Sam muttered, but rolled up her sleeves a little nonetheless.
Sam pointed her finger at the mouse and with a spark and a film of silvery magic, the mouse transformed into a black teapot.
"Very good. However, it is standard to speak the incantation and wave your wand." The professor collected the kettle and examined it.
Sam pointed once more at the teakettle and it transformed into a small, brown kitten, "I don't own a wand and I don't know a single incantation," she laughed goofily.
"I see. Where is it you come from, Ms. Raine?" the professor looked both disappointed and approving.
"America! Maine, to be exact." Sam said brightly.
"What school, Ms. Raine?" McGonagall said in a bored fashion.
"Right, right. Ah, St. Joan's Military School." Sam chewed lightly on her pen.
"Really?" the professor sounded slightly impressed, "That's quite the prestigious school. Most students at that school still use wands, however. And I expect you have a familiar?"
"Yes to both questions ma'am. I don't want to waste your class, I'd be glad to speak with you afterwards though." Sam added sincerely.
"That won't be necessary. Continuing on…" in a rush of majestic robes, the interrogation was over.
Sam let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.
What were you so worked up about? Skittles asked, poking her head out from under the desk.
Sam hadn't even noticed the little fox crawl her way up onto her lap, Oh, I don't know. Don't you remember? Whenever I'm called on or talked to by a teacher, I spaz?
How could I forget. You burst into tears when your Math teacher asked if you knew what 12x12 was. Skittles' laugh was lofty, airy, and full of unquenched spirit.
Hey! I told you never to bring that up! Sam whined as Professor McGonagall sent them off to their next class.
And so the day went; Sam did fairly well in Potions, for a person who had never taken potions in her life. After one day in A History of Magic, Sam decided she'd have to ditch the class. Charms class was interesting to say the least. Professor Flitwick found it extremely interesting that she knew not a single spell and used only her finger for magic. It was the subject of the entire class. Sam's face was red the entire time and she kept looking embarrassedly between Hermione and Ron, with whom she sat next to.
During lunch, Sam was asked to attend a meeting discussing her career ideas:
"Ms. Raine?"
Sam looked up at her Transfiguration teacher and Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"What is it that you'd like to further yourself in?" Professor McGonagall questioned.
A pink haired, bright eyed woman stared dubiously at McGonagall, "What do want to be when you leave Hogwarts, kid?"
Sam stared at the women a minute, "I want to be me."
It wasn't an answer they had been expecting, to say the least, and they pressed further for a while longer before excusing her when her stomach growled quite loudly.
Defense Against The Dark Arts was right after lunch, where Sam learned that the pink haired woman's name was Tonks. Nymphadora Tonks, as Harry later informed her. It was a relatively interesting class, Sam eagerly looked forward to the next one.
After that was some gardening class that Sam only found remotely interesting. They were just plants. You didn't need spells to defy plants! Just some strong weed killer!
Divination was a complete waste of time- Which is why she decided to take it. Of course Hermione, being so "if I see it, I'll believe it" wouldn't understand the… well… complete and utter silliness of the class. Which was probably why Ron and Harry still took it.
Next, she had a sort of a study hall to do some of the homework passed out, then she went to Care of Magical Creatures. Now there was a class she would keep. The creatures discussed and shown on the first day were enough to make her wonder if it were illegal to have so much fun at class.
She spent at least twenty minutes in most every class offered to students at Hogwarts and finally, she came up with a plan:
A Period: Transfiguration
B Period: Care of Magical Creatures
C Period: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Lunch
D Period: Study Hall
E Period: Charms
F Period: Divination
G Period: Study Hall
Dinner
Unfortunately, things never seem to go Sam's way…
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