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The adventure continues. Me and my little plot bunny, Norman, hope you like this new chapter. So read on and enjoy.

Chapter 2

A New Home

The next morning I wake up early. I sit up and look around. I'm still here. I jump out of bed and go to take a long hot shower. I emerge later refreshed and dress for another day in my new life as a witch. Yep me I'm a witch. I still can't believe this. I walk over to the window and pull back the curtain and look out.

Before my stretches the street we walk down the night before. A few witches and wizards were also up and stirring about in the early morning sun. Just then a wizard flew by and landed on the street nearby. No way, they really do fly on broomsticks. This is all getting weirder by the moment.

Knock, knock!

"Yes!"

"Are you up and dressed?" headmaster Winklemier calls through the door.

"Yes, sir." I go and open the door.

"Shall before we go have breakfast we set out for the day?"

"Breakfast would be wonderful." I answer.

We dine on a wonderful breakfast before setting out for the day. We head out of town opposite of the way we came in. We walk quite a ways before we turn off the main road onto a narrow weed choked driveway that led up to a small house nestled among a grouping of trees. We approach the house and he knocks upon the door.

"Coming! Just one moment." A nice motherly voice called out from the other side. The door opens revealing a lovely looking woman with shoulder length blond hair, drying her hands upon her apron. Looking beyond her pleasing looks though revealed a woman clad in what must be at least seven different fabric patterns. Her outfit was like the carpet patterns on a casino floor in Las Vegas, gaudy. Her apron was a large floral pattern in bright fuchsia and teal. Her blouse was a different pattern on each arm. One purple paisley, the other orange striped. The front was solid olive green on one side with a black and red poky dotted pocket sown on crooked. The other side was a busy pattern of flowers in pink and yellow. Her skirt was a yucky mustard yellow with lace trimming. On her feet was a very worn pair of bunny slippers.

"Headmaster Winklemier what a pleasant surprise, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?" She asks gesturing us in. "And who is this lovely lady."

"This lovely lady is Angelina Dawson and she will be attending school this year." He tells her.

"Well come on in and sit down I'll get us some tea." She bustles off to the kitchen. The living room is just as mismatched as her outfit, but I like it here. It's cozy and warm feeling. Nothing like the sterol places the orphanages are. Clattering and banging can be heard from the kitchen.

She re-enters the room floating the tray out front of her. She serves us all tea. Something I've never had. I find it to be delicious.

"Mrs. Horthon, Angelina here is new to the magical world. Being that she has been shuffled in and out of many foster homes and orphanages. And her most recent home was unacceptable. I was hoping you and your husband would graciously look after her until the start of the school term."

"Of course we will. Kyal will be happy to have someone his age to talk to." She leans back and yells out. "Kyal!"

"Yes mother." He yells back.

"Please come down here. There are someone here you need to meet." She tells him. I hear the stairs creek and he descends them. Looking toward the door way I see a boy with shaggy blond hair like his mothers peek his right eye around the door facing. "Oh don't be shy Kyal come on in. I want to introduce you to Angelina. She is going to come and stay with us until school starts."

He slowly steps into the room and shyly looks at me. Down the left side of his face is a large scar that starts above his eye and travels down across his cheek. Except for that he is a very handsome boy.

"Hello Headmaster Winklemier." He timidly says.

"Hello Kyal it's nice to see you again." he answers.

"Kyal why don't you show Angelina the guest room that she'll be staying in while she is here." His mother tells him.

"Ok come on." he answers gloomily. I rise taking my bag and follow him upstairs and down the hall to the last room on the right. He opens the door and we enter. I stop in my tracks.

"Sorry the room is small." he says.

"No this room is wonderful." A large wooden four poster bed dominated the room with matching dresser, chest and nightstand. Sunlight streamed in from outside. The room was grander than any thing I had ever seen. Even the inn room I stayed in last night was insignificant to this room. "My last room was an old mattress thrown on the floor in a hot, smelly, crowded attic."

"Really why?"

"Because as usual I ended up in a foster home that only wanted me because of the extra money they got for keeping me." I inform him.

"What! Really? They sound like wonderful people." He says sarcastically.

"Yeah fabulous." I answer laughing. He laughs with me. "I still can't believe I'm here and all of this is real."

"What magic and all? Well I guess it would be strange to just be told one day you're a witch. Especially since you didn't grow up knowing anything about magic being real I never really ever thought about what that would be like. I've always been around magic my whole life."

We spend the next several days discussing all sorts of things about magic and muggle life. The days seem to fly by. I'm the happiest I've ever been in my whole life. I never knew family life was supposed to be like this. Where ever one cares about each other and the foster child is not the family slave and whipping boy. I actually feel like part of the family.

Today we are going to town to buy our school supplies. I'm so excited. Kyal and I are sitting in our usual place in the cool shade of a large tree in their backyard.

"Alright you two come along. It's time to go." Mrs. Horton calls to us. We rise and race each other to the back door. He of course wins but it could be that he is a good six inches taller than me. We walk to town. The streets are bustling with people. Mostly parents with their children there to also to buy school supplies. We start by going to the wizard bank and getting money out. I couldn't believe my eyes when they opened my vault and I saw all the money inside that was mine. There were stacks after stacks of glittering and sparkling gold and silver coins. I took out what Mrs. Horton told me I would need to buy my supplies. After she finished her business here we headed to the robe shop. Here we are fitted for our school robes. While they are adjusted we head off to do more shopping.

We squeeze our way into the bookstore along with all the other students clamoring about. I'm leading the way to the back of the store when Kyal is slammed into my back, nearly knocking us both to the floor.

"Are you..." Ok, I begin to ask as turn toward him but I stop upon seeing two brutish looking boys there glaring at us.

"Ah lookie scar face has got a girlfriend." crows the uglier one of the two if that is possible since if I'm guessing right they're twins. They are oafish looking boys with beady dark eyes, crooked lumpish noses and dark greasy hair. The uglier of them also has a big hairy mole on his chin. What a lovely way to tell them apart.

I step between Kyal and the ugly twin. "Hi, nice to meet you I'm Angelina." They just glare at me shocked that I would speak to them.

"I'm Bruce and this is my twin brother Burt. If you were smart you would distance your self from this little loser and be friends with us." he snarls out.

"I'm sorry but I believe who I choose to be friends with is my choice and you'll have no sway in the matter. So if I were you I'd run along now and leave me and my friend Kyal alone." I tell them.

"Don't cross us you'll be sorry." Burt sneers out at me.

"Bruce, Burt there you two are come along now we have more shopping to finish." Their tall slender nicely dressed mother calls to them. She might actually be pretty if she didn't also have the same crooked lumpish nose that they have. The twins glare at us. She snaps her fingers at them. "Come along right now!" she barks. They turn and follow her like two little whipped puppies.

"Well they're lovely family." I state.

"Yeah the bane of my existence." Kyal mournfully states.

"What why?"

"Because they taunt and tease me every time they see me. I hate them." he spats out.

"Pay them no mind. There not worth your time or worry." I tell him.

"Yeah but they will be in school with us. They are in the same year." He wines.

"Well then we'll just have to teach them one day to not mess with us."

"Yeah but how?" he asks.

"I don't know but I'll figure it out. I've fixed quite a few bullies in my day. Come on we need to find these books we have a lot more shopping to do. I never got to go shopping much." I tell him.

"Well then we better get to spending more galleons and sickles." He heads off across the store. We find all the books we need for school and purchase them. His mother walks us to the apothecary to get potion supplies. Once seeing us there she apparated our bookstore purchases home so we didn't have to tote the every where with us and then returned to join us again. I was amazed to see all the different ingredients. It was strange to find out they really use eye of newt, wing of bat and the like that I have heard and read about. We continue on from there getting cauldrons, feather quills and ink, parchment, and all the other stuff. I was shocked to find out that they still use quills and ink, instead of ink pens. Then he explained that most muggle inventions don't work in the magical world. Even after buying all this stuff I found myself to still have money left. We headed back up the street to pick up our robes before heading home. Out front of the store Mrs. Horton stopped and fished into her pockets and pulled out a few extra coins and handed them to Kyal.

"Why don't the two of you run along to Klink's Sweets, Treats and Tricks and get your self some candy while I pick up your robes." she tells us. Kyal stare at her in awe.

"Thanks ma." he tells her as we run across the street to the candy shop.

As soon as we opened the door the sweet smell from inside hit us in the face. It was wonderful. I have never seen so much candy in one place. Jar after jar, row after row of candy. Hard candy, soft candy, chocolate, taffy, gum balls, caramels and so much more. Many I knew and a lot of them I had never seen before. Kyal pointed out the good, the bad and the just plan evil ones, cinnamon balls so hot that you actually breathe fire. I would have thought he was joking about that if I hadn't really seen a kid do that. He melted a whole display of jumbo lollipops and singed the clerk's eyebrows off.

We both bought large bags of candy and then went to find his mother. She laughed when we told her about the kid breathing fire. Then she told us that the clerk's eyebrows had just grown back from being blasted off by an exploding gum ball. We laughed all the way home.

Kyal and I spend the next several days before school starts reading through some of our books and eating our way through our bags of candy. I wanted to familiarize myself with the subjects so I won't look like a bumbling idiot on my first day. I think for the first time in my life I'm actually excited to be going to school.