A day had passed since Rebecca and Isabelle arrived in New York City. It was hard for Rebecca to fall asleep that night. Between worry, anxiety, and settling in, she could never keep her eyes closed.

The next morning was brought with bacon and eggs. Kate knew how cook a good meal. But what made the morning unusual, at least for Kate, was an owl that had landed on the windowsill with a letter clutched in its beak.

Rebecca noticed Kate didn't show any sign of hesitation to open the window and let the bird in. It dropped the letter and flew off immediately. Rebecca figured it was a letter that did not require a message back to the sender.

Kate picked up the letter and turned it over. "It's from the Magical Congress of The United States."

She handed it to Rebecca. She opened the letter and began to read it.

Dear Miss Rebecca Warren and Miss Isabelle Warren,

MACUSA has received information regarding your admittance to the United States as a US Citizen to the American Wizarding Community. In order to complete this citizenship, as well as to become enrolled at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the both of you must visit the Immigration Offices at MACUSA at the Woolworth Building. Please bring your wand for identification.

Sincerely,
Macey Graves
Secretary of The Immigration Office

PLEASE BE WARNED THAT ANY USE OF MAGIC IN FRONT OF NO-MAJ IS FORBIDDEN AND ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 17 IS NOT TO PERFORM ANY MAGIC AT ALL! CONSEQUENCES WILL BE THE RESULT OF SNAPPING THE CONVICTED WAND!

Rebecca rolled her eyes at the warning. It wasn't just a law for the US or even just the UK. It was an international law. But Rebecca had heard about the backwards way of thinking here in the US. It was frowned upon if a muggle and a magical being tied the knot.

She showed the letter to Kate. Her face showed confusion. "The Woolworth Building? I work just across the street from it and I've never seen witches before."

Isabelle laughed. "Of course you haven't. We're really good at hiding."

Rebecca figured the building was in a concealment charm or something similar. Obviously, witches wouldn't draw attention to themselves for muggles to see.

"Well, I reckon we should go then. I hope they're open on a Sunday." Kate said.

On the ride to MACUSA, Rebecca thought about the letter. Specifically, talking about attending Ilvermorny, the American wizarding school. She wondered what it would be like. Would she have to repeat her first four years of Hogwarts or begin at fifth year? Not only that, but did they have houses like Hogwarts? Which would she be in?

She twiddled her wand in her fingers while she thought about it. Her wand was made of Oak and Phoenix feather. Similar to her father's, hers was crafted from the same tree according to Ollivander's Wand Shop in Diagon Alley. A different phoenix's feather was used for the core however.

Kate parked her car in a parking lot complex which meant they had to walk the rest of the way. It was so crowded on the sidewalks that Rebecca had to hold Isabelle's hand to keep from losing her. The noise of people talking to their phones, laughing at their phones, playing music with their phones, and some people even selling phones on a corner. Rebecca was beginning to hate these devices. Rebecca may of been a little anti-social, but certainly she didn't think she would go crazy to talk to a piece of plastic with wires.

The signs were also a loud distraction. Big lights flashing everywhere on the buildings and bus stops. Even the buses and taxis had something being sold on them. Rebecca found it hard to look at any of it. It made her eyes hurt. Perhaps a witch side effect to being exposed to muggle technology. She wasn't sure how any magical being could live here willingly.

Isabelle was beginning to complain about her eyes as well just when the Woolworth Building came into view. It was a very tall tower. Sitting between two other buildings, it only had three doors with the middle one having a large bronze owl statue above it with its wings spread out.

"Well, here we are." Kate said. "But I don't see anything here that shows there are your kind at this place."

Rebecca noticed nobody was using the middle door to go in. At least not many. Only one or two would go through it and would stop to speak with the doorman first before heading inside. Rebecca had the idea that the doorman was a wizard.

"It's there." Rebecca said, pointing at the middle door. She turned to face Kate. "I don't think you can come though."

Kate didn't look offended but said, "Well, alright then. Go ahead and I'll stay out here."

Rebecca led Isabelle to the middle door. A man had cut in front of them quickly, carrying a suitcase. He stopped at the door and whispered something to he doorman. Then the man showed the doorman what was in the case. The doorman nodded and opened the door for the man and the man hurried off without even saying thanks.

Rebecca stopped in front of the door and looked at the doorman. "Um..." was all she could say.

The man glared at them with a look that said, "Hurry up!" but instead the doorman asked, "Can I help you?"

"I'm trying to..." Rebecca didn't want to flat out say she was a witch trying to get into MACUSA. Instead, she pulled out her letter and showed the doorman the stamp.

The doorman asked for a closer look. Rebecca had no choice but to let him see it at this point. He opened it and read it. He handed it back and said, "Floor 23, Hall A, Room 2."

Rebecca stuffed the letter back in her pocket as the doorman opened the door for them. Rebecca and Isabelle stepped through.

"Oooooooh!" Isabelle said as she looked up. Rebecca did too and the entire building on the inside looked marvelous. It looked as though someone carved out the inside of the tower and leaving only a few hallways from the outside. Hanging directly from the center was a clock that read more things than the time.

In front of them was a large set of white steps that looked as though it would take three floors to get to the top. After that, it was an elevator shaft that would take you all the way to the top.

Witches and wizards were walking everywhere in every direction. All of them in a hurry to somewhere. On the lower level where Rebecca and Isabelle were, one of the walls were lined with fireplaces. Magical folk were appearing and disappearing through fires in them. Rebecca recognized it as floo powder.

The headache of noise from the outside was gone now and Rebecca remembered why she was here. She led Isabelle up the steps, but the stopped at the top. She was unsure where to go from here. She looked up. She assumed the 23rd floor was up there somewhere.

"Hey." A voice said from behind them. "Can I help you?"

Rebecca turned to look and didn't see what she thought was an adult thinking two kids were lost.

"Down here."

Rebecca looked down and it was a house elf looking up at her. "Do you need help?" He said. He had an annoyed look on his face.

"Erm. We need to find the 23rd floor." Rebecca said awkwardly.

The house elf turned away and then called out to someone. "Hey Red. Take these Brits to the 23rd floor."

An older looking house elf came forward from a lift. He tipped his red hat. "Will do Bob. Follow me you two."

Rebecca had never seen house elves before outside of Hogwarts. The one called Red looked awfully similar to a Hogwarts elf named Kreacher. But Red didn't seem to have an attitude with her.

All the times Rebecca had been into the kitchens at Hogwarts was mostly because of Isabelle. As innocent as she was, the blonde girl always liked to sneak out and get cookies or cake, or whatever sweets the house elves had left over. Isabelle wouldn't go alone and since Rebecca didn't have any friends at school, she spent most of her time with her sister and often did they go to the kitchens. All of the house elves were pleased to see them except Kreacher.

Red looked more exhausted than angry or annoyed. He gave a big sigh when they stepped into the lift and he pressed a button.

"I've met a bunch of house elves before." Isabelle said with a warm smile.

"I thought families in Britain were not allowed house elves any longer since that Granger witch took Minister of Magic?"

"They were at Hogwarts." Rebecca said. "The only place they're allowed to be because they're treated better."

"I wish I could retire." Red was quite old looking. "But what could I do? Serve drinks for that goblin's bar?" He gave a little laugh.

"Won't you get into trouble for talking like that about your employer?" Isabelle asked with a puzzled face.

"Employer? Bah! The only thing that these dung heads pay me is a place to call home. Not much else. And yes, I probably will get into trouble, but I can't be set free. My true master is running for office and doesn't care if I chose to spit in the President's face."

Isabelle looked upset. She hated the idea of enslavement. The ones at Hogwarts were not bound to stay. They could come and go as they please and could even ask for payment if desired.

They finally hit the 23rd floor. Rebecca and Isabelle stepped off the lift. Before Red could press the button to go down, Rebecca turned to ask, "Which way to Hall A, Room 2?"

Red pointed to his right. "Can't miss it. Have a good day." and at the press of a button, Red was away.

"Let's go." Rebecca said. Isabelle didn't stay quiet for the entire walk. "I can't believe they actually have slaves. Why?"

"They're stuck in backwards ways." Rebecca said.

"But why? Shouldn't there be better treatment? Isn't slavery wrong?"

"Yes, it is wrong." Rebecca said as she scanned the halls they passed. They started from G and were working backwards to A.

"Can we do something about it?" Isabelle furthered asked. "We could make cute house elf drawings to show people they're nice creatures.'

"I don't think that would help." Rebecca said. "Those who keep them as slaves are already mean people."

Isabelle dropped her head a little and Rebecca heard her sniffle. She stopped them both from walking and gave her little sister a hug. "It's alright Issy."

Isabelle was speaking from sobs now. "It's... it's not fair to them. They... they deserve to be... to be equals."

"I know... I know." Rebecca said softly, trying to comfort as best she could. "But at least they're not getting hurt by their masters every five minutes. They all seem to be okay here."

"Becca! They're still slaves!" Isabelle backed away from Rebecca to look at her in the eyes. She looked a mix of angry and scared. Rebecca needed to fix this quick.

"You're right." Rebecca said. "I'll tell you what. When we get back home, I'll help you make those drawings and we'll post them all over this building."

"You mean it?" Isabelle asked with wide eyes.

Rebecca nodded. "Yes, I promise."

Isabelle's tears stopped and a smile appeared. "Thanks. Okay, let's go. We need to hurry so we can get back and get started."

Rebecca and Isabelle returned to their quest to find the Immigration Offices.