Write About My Home

by lilyjaguar100

A house-stop and a less-than just try to make their way through school. Drystan Redgrave is just trying to do his best, Keith Vestine-October is just trying to stand out next to his siblings, and neither of them asked for this. *.·:·. .·:·.* Updates daily! (Or close to daily, we'll see what happens) This takes place at Ilvermorny, not Hogwarts, and is 100% OCs!

1. The Magic Of Portkeys - Drystan

Ya know, I kinda expected people to stare as a family of five walked through a library with two people's worth of luggage. Why they didn't, I still can't tell you. The feeling of expecting to be stared at and not being stared at is something I cannot describe.

"C'mon," Dad hurried, "We're gonna miss the Portkey!"

"Going, going!" Blaine responded, pulling his suitcase faster behind him. Blaine is my older brother, by the way. A second year at Ilvermorny, a Wampus. Decent at transfiguration, but that's about it.

Mom nudged me slightly, urging me to walk faster. "Come on, come on now!"

"I'm going," I whined.

"The Portkey leaves at 8:45!" Dad said.

"We get it!" Blaine retorted, "We get it, it's only a couple more minutes of a walk, chill out!"

How in the world have people not started staring at us yet?

Finally, as if by magic, we reached the room we were looking for. A bunch of books on pedestals with family names on them. Mom barely even glanced at the other families around us before leading us to one of the books. It had a big piece of paper on the cover that read 'REDGRAVE' in a large, black permanent marker. I'm pretty sure that book was a copy of Percy Jackson and The Battle of the Labyrinth, but I didn't get to check.

Blaine put his hand on it, and I followed.

"Now remember," Mom began, "Keep out of trouble, don't forget your wands anywhere, don't make friends with bad people, call or text us daily, don't lose your things, whatever house you get into we'll be proud of you-"

"We've got it, Mom." Blaine smiled softly.

"Okay," she sighed, "I'm just so proud of you, Drystan. You're so grown up!"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Thanks."

"The Portkey's gonna go soon!" Conroy piped up. (My little brother. Just a year younger than me, but infatuated with magic).

"We'll see you all later!" My older brother smiled, waving slightly. I did the same. I blinked, and I think that might have been a bad idea. I closed my eyes, felt something like a hook pull me from behind, and opened my eyes in a completely different location.

We were in a train station, filled with the other kids and families from the room in the library. I looked down. I was still holding my bags, and Blaine (right next to me) was still holding his. I looked back up to see those same kids casually holding up their train tickets and boarding the train. "C'mon," Blaine prompted me.

The magic of Portkeys, right?