As a brown Ford Pinto made its way down a long narrow stretch of road, surrounded by green lush forests, two people sat in the front seats, both eerily quiet, as if they were purposely avoiding speaking to each other. In the driver's seat was an older woman, with long curly blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a pair of dark denim bell bottom jeans and a long sleeved maroon shirt that had a neck almost long enough to be a turtleneck but the material was so thin it didn't make the cut. A black sweater vest was layered on top of that, along with a pair of red and yellow Fresh Fruit D'Antonio High Heels. Her blonde brow was furrowed with uncertainty and she looked over at her daughter, who was in the passenger seat beside her. Her daughter, who had pale skin, hazel green eyes and long blonde hair stared out the window frustrated, as if she'd rather be anywhere but in the car next to her mother. She wore a multicolored striped ringer t-shirt and stone washed boot cut jeans with black and white Adidas running shoes. Her messy hair was pulled back into a ponytail and as she glared out the window of the car at the sky, hands buried in the pockets of her red hoodie, she thought about everything she had left behind. Or more like everything she hadn't left behind... she would miss her hometown, but no one there would really miss her. In fact, after what happened they probably relished in the fact that she was gone. That's probably what stung most of all.

"It's not so bad, you know... Scotland's a beautiful place. And Nan can't wait to see you."

Her daughter still looked distraught and even avoided making eye contact with her mother.

"You'll get to go to the same school I did. I'll even take you shopping for a new pet if you'd like-" She started to say and that's when her daughter whipped her head around, eyes wide with worry,

"No way! Atticus is the only pet I need... he's the only friend I have too." She muttered the last part under her breath and her mother sighed unhappily,

"Well, if you recall Johanna, I'm not the reason we had to move."

"It's not my fault either!" Johanna spat sourly and her mother's eyes widened with a scoff,

"Oh really? The Magical Congress had to wipe almost three hundred people's memories!"

"Like I said, not my fault! I didn't mean to... it was an accident..." Johanna sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. It really hadn't been her fault...

Johanna and her mother had just found out a month or so ago that her father had been killed fighting in Vietnam. And Pamela, a girl who had never wasted a moment not talking about how much she had despised Johanna, had seen her at the unveiling of the new skate park in their town and felt the need to insult her dead father. This sent Johanna into a rage and in front of the entire town, did something very bad. Everyone was shocked and knew right away that it was she who had done it.

After everything that had happened, plus something else that was almost more serious than that, the Magical Congress told Johanna and her mother that the best thing to do would be to move back to Scotland where Johanna's grandmother resided, along with the full transfer of Johanna to the local school there for her own safety.

Johanna was extremely unhappy with this. Even though she didn't have any friends, they had to sell her childhood home and completely move away from her hometown. Too many people had seen what had happened and the damage had already been done. No matter how many minds had been made to think something else had happened, there was still the chance someone had slipped through the cracks and they'd still know what really happened. And that's what had happened eventually.

So Johanna sat staring out the window, upset that she had to leave her home and Rose, her mother tried her best to cheer her up any way she could. Even though Johanna and her mother were witches, her father had been a no-maj, and so she had spent most of her life around the no-maj's and in the non magical world. Magic and having to be around it seemed like a colossal inconvenience to her until she attended school with people like herself. She had been sorted into Thunderbird at Ilvermorny School for Witchcraft and Wizardry when she was eleven, and had an okay time. But nothing too notable happened. She just took her classes, then went home in the summertime and winter break to be with her family, who were mostly no-maj. Now she was being moved across the world, into a place she'd never been before. She had never been to her Grandmother's house, because she would normally come to visit them in the US. And now she'd have to go to another school, after finally making it onto the Quidditch Team at Ilvermorny after putting off try outs for months.

Rose glanced over at her daughter and sighed, "You know, I went to Hogwarts. It's a very exceptional school. And you'll make plenty of friends."

"You don't know that... I didn't make any friends at Ilvermorny and I probably won't here either." Johanna sighed and looked like she might cry. Her mother shook her head and did her best to cheer her up,

"That's not true... it'll be fine. Trust me."

Those last words almost sent Johanna into a fury. It'll be fine. Trust me. That's what her mother had told her when her father was drafted into Vietnam. But she was wrong. But as always, Johanna couldn't find the strength to get much angrier than she already was. So she sighed and propped her head against the window with her arm and watched the trees go by. What awaited her next, she didn't know. But more than likely, it was going to be boring and a fat waste of her time. Or at least, that's what she thought.

"Johanna?! Is that my little Jojo?! It's been ages!"

Johanna's Nan was a plump, oddly dressed woman with big green eyes and grey hair pulled into a bun. She wore lots of expensive looking silver jewelry and carried the scent of lilacs wherever she went. Johanna had loved that smell, ever since she could remember and her Nan had always sent her perfumes and lotions and balms that she had made herself from her enormous garden. It was because of this that Johanna too smelled like wildflowers, and her mother rose stunk of fresh rose petals like her name. Johanna's Nan was incredibly wise and always had something insightful to say when she saw her.

"What's the matter lass?"

"She's bummed because of the move," Rose replied, carrying some of the suitcases into the house. Nan seemed to wink at the luggage and suddenly, it rose into the air, gently flying to the rooms they needed to go to. Rose put her hands on her hips and tried to look firmly at her mother, but couldn't help but smile. Even though she knew magic it still amazed her when her mother did things like that,

"I had it, you know."

"Oh, I'm sure." Nan reassured her and then winked at Johanna, causing her to smile.

So this was her new bedroom...

Johanna stared at the new room she was in, almost awestruck. This had been her Nan's study, but now it belonged to her. A huge bookshelf sat against one of the walls, full of a hundred or more spell books she could read if she were bored. A big beautiful bay window with a seat built into it was across the room from her new bed, which looked antique and had a canopy. Johanna set her bags onto the floor of her room and started to unpack, setting some of her things around the room. She set her special Walkman onto the desk next to her bed and then delicately laid her blankets and pillows onto her new bed. Later, she'd put her posters up in her room when she had the time. After packing a few bags for her new school, she went downstairs to have dinner with her Nan and Mother. She had been told that transfers weren't very common, but happened from time to time by her Mother and her Nan reassured her that the Hogwarts kids would love her. And hopefully, she would be right. It was the summertime, the beginning of a new school year would be soon, so luckily she wouldn't be transferring in the middle of the year and making things awkward for herself. Still, she would be in a school full of kids she's never met before. This would be a challenge, but luckily, she was good when it came to challenges.