A/n: Hey. I finally figured out how to write chapter 6. Hope you enjoy!

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Choc0 Chipz: Thanks, but you don't have to wait a week for every chapter. I post chapters randomly and here's chapter 6 (Yay!), so please don't die! XD I'm glad you think it's amazing, btw. Thanks!

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So with that note, on with Chapter 6!

Chapter 6

"Congratulations," Dumbledore tells me. "I can see great things coming from you this year. I was in Gryffindor, you know?"

"I didn't, actually," I reply. "Thank you."

"Come now, Scott. We shall eat before the foods all gone."

"Yes, sir."

I follow him into the Great Hall. He motions me to follow him to the Head Table. I do.

He takes a silver spoon and bangs it slightly on the side of his goblet. The room went silent. "Students, I have another announcement. I would like for everyone to please welcome Mr. Scott Wayward. He's a transfer student from the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in America. He will be joining the fifth years of Gryffindor."

One table started cheering and clapping really loudly. The Gryffindor table. I walk over to the table, beaming.

"Prescott, over here!" James was waving to me with a huge smirk on.

I glare at him but slide in between Peter and Remus. James was sitting across from me, with Sirius. "Hey," I say to them all.

"Hey," Remus replies.

"Hey," Peter echoes.

James is busy laughing to himself. "Prescott. . ."

"Oy, just shut up, will you?" I ask rolling my eyes.

He stops laughing but he looks pleased to have annoyed me.

Sirius still doesn't say anything. He nods to me and continues eating.

God, am I hungry! I fill up my plate (that magically appeared in front of me) and pile it with food. I dig in.

I feel a hard slap on my back. Ow. . . I turn around. "What the hell Avalon?! Keep your blasting hands to yourself!"

She slaps me again. "I will not! You, bloody idiot landed yourself into Gryffindor. You've completely ruined my reputation!"

"Stay out of this, Ava," I tell her. "This is about me, not you."

"Everything's about you, you bloody. . . bloody. . . retard! What about me? You got everything! You went to school in America, you're the oldest, and Mother and Father clearly pay more attention to you."

"Are you mad?! You're everything our parents ever wanted! Good-looking, smart, and Slytheryn. They adore you! You think they pay more attention to me? I'm a Gryffindor now, so the attention's all yours!"

She glares at me, but I won that round. She stalks off back to her table.

"Well that's settled," I say before I start eating again.

"Your sister has some attitude," James comments.

"Noticed that, have you?" I reply.

He smiles. He turns to Sirius. "You've been rather quiet tonight, mate. Which is odd because you're never quiet. Even when your sleeping. You sleep talk, did you know?"

Remus smiles slightly, and Peter follows suit. Sirius turns away from him.

"Is something wrong?" I ask Sirius.

He glares at me. Your fault, he mouths.

What did I— oh. The silencing spell. I never un-did it. I do the counter-spell and I smile at him. "Finished messing with me?"

Sirius glares at me. "Never do that again." He pauses and smiles. "Thanks."

"Any time. Now when is this going to be over? My sister made me lose my appetite."

"Should be soon," Peter says.

I nod.

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As everyone heads out of the Great Hall, I am asked to stay by McGonagall.

"It's about your arrangements," she tells me.

"What about them?" I ask.

"Because you're a Werewolf you need to know the full moon arrangements."

"Oh, those arrangements."

"Yes, so a person in your house is also a Werewolf. This person knows the full moon arrangements already. This person knows about you already and will tell you that he or she is a Werewolf before the full moon. He or she will bring you through a tunnel during the full moon and you'll be staying in a place called the Shrieking Shack, where you can transfigure into a wolf form."

"Why does this person get to know about me but I can't know about him?"

"Or her, Scott. Because this person has to know about you to help you get through the arrangements. He or she will tell you when he or she is ready."

"Oh come on. He gets to to take his time while he's prancing around, knowing my secret?!"

"It's not like that, Scott. Also you keep forgetting that this could be a girl."

"It's not. I read your mind."

"Scott! You cannot invade my mind! If you were smart enough to read my mind who is this other Werewolf, then?"

"I didn't check. You're blocking your thoughts by thinking 'Prescott' over and over again. We went over this, Minerva. I don't want you to call me that."

"Don't read my thoughts. Or any of the other professors' to be exact, if you don't want a detention. And it's Professor McGonagall."

"Scott," I tell her. "Well it was nice talking to you." I turn to walk away.

"Do you know where to go, Scott?" McGonagall asks.

I turned back. "No idea. I'll find my way, though."

"I'll walk you."

"We both know that neither of us want that to happen. I can walk alone."

"You could get lost, Scott. It's a big castle."

"Big castle, eh? Big whoop. I'll be okay, Professor McGonagall. If I don't come back, tell my sister that I never loved her."

I turned back around before I could see her expression and left the Great Hall. Then I ran straight into May.

A/n: Yeah, so I can't figure out how to make a line break, if you noticed. So in parentheses where I wrote LINEBREAKLINEBREAKLINEBREAK, imagine it's a line break.

I'll going away for the next few days and I might not be able to post, but I'll be writing and I'll try to post when I get back.