That night, Andrea snuck out of her bedroom window. With here she had everything she would need for Hogwarts. She had gone to Diagon Alley when she had gotten her first Hogwarts letter when she was 11, before her mom had died and her aunt had taken over. Andrea signed. She hoped Crow wouldn't be late. He was going to come, too, and with any luck would be able to get in as well. They both knew he had magical powers because once when they were 13 he had accidentally conjured some pot before he was of age.

When she got to the railroad station, Crow was waiting there with his motorcycle. Andrea almost fainted with relief.

"Hop on," he told her. "We have a long way to go."

They rode and rode and rode and road through the countryside of England, barely hanging onto their bags. Andrea was afraid she was going to fall off the back of Crow's motorcycle.

"So what exactly happened in school today?" he inquired, making a sharp turn to the right.

In so many words, she told him. He whistled lowly. "Wow, Drae, that's bad. I'm just glad you're getting out of there."

"My aunt probably won't notice I'm gone."

"Yes, she will. The notes on the refrigerator message board will be spelled correctly."

Andrea grinned. "Thanks, Crow. Real nice of you." Quickly he sobered up.

"Sorry Drae, I didn't mean to inslut you. Really. I hate it when people make fun of you. I know you're just as smart as everyone else."

She smiled. "Thanks, Crow. I know. You're my only true friend. We're the only people who can see past each other's appearances and can see each other's true spirits. We're birds of a feather. I mean that totally metaphorically, of course." She said, grinning.

"Right. We're cool."

They rode on and on and on and one, and it seemed like they were going to be driving forever when all of a sudden out of the blue loomed a great castle.

"Crow! Look! This is it! I can't belive it!" Andrea shrieked, unable to contain her excitement.

He just smiled and piloted the motorcycle into the parking lot. "Come on, let's go. The feast should be about to start." He said to Andrea. "Here, I'll take your bag." Together, they began to run up to the castle.

As Crow had predicted, the feast was just beginning, and all the little first years were lining up to be sorted. Andrea felt a slight stab of jealously that she had not been able to partake in this when she was eleven.

"Well? Should we go in the hall?" Andrea finally said, after McGonagall had already gotten to the M's.

"Nah. Didn't Dumbledore say he would come meet you in his office?"

"Yeah, but he's in there, Crow. Maybe I heard him wrong."

"Andrea, just because you have dyslexia doesn't mean that there is something wrong with your brian. You're perfectly smart enough to have heard him correctly. Let's just wait here."

Sure enough, about five minutes later, after the sorting was all over, Dumbledore stood up.

"If y'all excuse me a moment, I have to go and meet somebody out in the main corridor. But please, don't wait for me, go ahead and eat. I dare say this fine food is too good to be wasted." And with that, he came down from his pedestal and walked calmly towards the doors where Crow and Andrea were waiting.

"Ohmigod, Crow!" Andrea squealed, grabbing onto his arm. "What if I did hear him wrong? What if there's been a mistake? What if he's like all the others and throws me out because I'm dyslexic?"

"Relax, you're not stupid." Crow said. "You're defiantly smart enough to get into this school. And it's not a writing school, it's a magic school! So you have nothing to worry about!"

At that moment, Dumbledore came through the doors.

"Are you Andrea Marie Taylor?" he said to Andrea. She nodded. Marie was her mother's name.

"And are you Crowson Liam Silas Daniel Taylor?" he said to Crow. He nodded. One of the reasons they were best friends was because they had the same last name even though they were not related. Andrea also liked to tease Crow about the fact that his middle names spelled out LSD. He seemed more proud of that fact than ashamed.

"Good." Said Dumbledore. "Then come with me. We have to sort out your housing arrangements, and then you can join us in the great hall for the feast. If you'll just come to my office, I can get the Sorting Hat for you." Wordlessly, Crow and Andrea followed him.

In his office, Dumbledore gave Crow the hat first. "Just put it on your head, and it will tell you what house you are to be in." said Dumbledore. Crow did as he said, and a moment later, took it off.

"It said Gryffindor."

"Very good." Dumbledore now gave the hat to Andrea. "Do the same thing he did."

Andrea slipped the hat over her auburn hair, and immediately she heard a voice inside her head. Oh yes, the Taylor girl… nothing in relation to the Taylor boy?

No, thought Andrea. She knew that hat could hear her thoughts.

Oh, really? Well, all right then, I suppose I'll have to put you in Gryffindor. Andrea took the hat off and gave it back to Dumbledore.

"Thank you, sir. But why didn't the hat say the names out loud?"

"Well, it only does that for first years." Said Dumbledore, his eye twinkling merrily. "Anyway, off you go then, both of you, to the sixth year dormitory. Tomorrow, your classes can begin."