Chapter 2
Chapter 2
My wizarding powers kicked in long before I turned eleven years old. I would wave my hand over Mother's dead tomato crop and it would continue to grow again. I would chase after my family's owl, Doxy, and somehow end up on the roof of my house. The regular incidences that happen to most wizards and witches turning eleven. Only I was nine.
I needed to figure out how to control my powers. I needed to be trained for magic early. Hogwarts wasn't able to help someone so young. But then my father heard about the American Witchcraft and Wizardry School, Ilvermorny. They had a teacher there, willing to tutor me on how to control my magic. My parents told me that it was the best that they could do for me.
So for until I was actually old enough to attend any school, I was tutored by the Charms teacher there. Her name was Professor Oxbine. I learned so much from her. One of the most important things that I've learned from her were about my magical gifts.
I had a lot of magical gifts and that might have been the reason that my other magic came early. So that my body can adjust to all of this magic. I was a Parseltounge (I can talk to snakes), a Legilimens (I can read minds), and recently I became a werewolf (no need for explanation).
After I turned eleven, Father wanted me to switch to Hogwarts. The thing is I got two letters for school that year. One from Hogwarts, of course, and one from Ilvermorny. So we had to decide between two schools.
Mother said that I should go to Ilvermorny because I already got used to it there. I think she wanted me to go there because she didn't want me to embarrass her with all of my extra magic. Strange things tended to happen around me, and she didn't want strange things at Hogwarts.
Father definitely wanted me at Hogwarts. He needed me to continue the family line of Slytheryns. Mother reminded him that my little sister could always continue the line. That gave my father a little to think about.
After a week, we had come to a decision. I was too unique to attend Hogwarts, so I would be attending Ilvermorny until I could control my uniqueness.
I had no say in that decision.
It was alright at Ilvermorny though. The food was great, the teachers were great, and the students were okay. I was the only British person in the whole school. So Mother thought it would make me popular.
At first yes, I was popular. But people got over my accent soon enough, and realized that I was a geek, an American term for smart and unpopular.
I had few friends at Ilvermorny. Erin Brookman, my study partner, and Gary Daniels, a friendly boy from my house. Erin and Gary were good friends and they were very smart. I think that Horned Serpent was the smartest house in Ilvermorny. My father explained the houses to me like this:
Horned Serpent was like Ravenclaw, smart and intelligent.
Thunderbird was like Gryffindor, brave and adventurous.
Pukwudgie was like Hufflepuff, nice and resourceful.
Wampus wasn't evil like Slytheryn or anything, but it was the house of warriors.
I think Father expected me to be in Wampus in Ilvermorny, but I don't think he was that upset about me being in Horned Serpent. I read his thoughts once while we were talking about it. I remember his thoughts so clearly.
If Scott were in Hogwarts, and wouldn't get sorted in Slytheryn —God forbid!— I guess the next best thing would be Ravenclaw. If it were Gryffindor or, dare I say it, Hufflepuff, that would be horrible. A show off or a nobody? Ravenclaw would mean Scott's just to smart to be in Slytheryn. So I guess Horned Serpent will be fine. A Horned Serpent IS a snake after all.
But soon enough Ilvermorny didn't matter anymore. I got bitten by a werewolf and the school wouldn't take me back. They were scared of what I could do to the students.
Hogwarts accepted me gladly. Apparently, they already had a student who was a werewolf, and they had arrangements for the full moon nights. Mother and Father gladly agreed.
Again I had no say in the decision.
That's pretty much how I ended up on this train, exploring all of these cars. A few cars down, I see an old witch, selling treats to eager students. The trolley witch. I think that means that I should head back to May's car.
As I open the door to May's car I find it empty. Why would she leave when the trolley witch was coming?
I check Sirius's car. "Is May in— oh."
The same three boys who were in the car before are still there with Sirius. May is there alright. She's having a real blast, making out with Sirius.