The days at the Luna Apartments were beginning to be dull. With no magic around, everything was done as a muggle would. Rebecca didn't find television that interesting. She wouldn't admit it, but she found computers scary.

Isabelle, however, loved it all. When Kate was writing an article for work, Isabelle would watch with content. And she watched the 5 o'clock news every night. There were reports about "strange" things happening in Britain that were being reported. Rebecca felt that she knew it was Mathaius.

Mathaius Burgess was the one wizard who Rebecca and Isabelle were hiding from. Rebecca didn't know much about him other than having a grudge with her father and a friend of his at Hogwarts. Mathaius had gained power and became the new Minister of Magic, knocking down Hermione Granger and also firing Harry Potter as Head of Magical Law Enforcement. Soon enough, Mathaius had declared Potter and Granger enemies of the Magical World as well as Rebecca's father and other famous families.

Rebecca asked her father questions, but he would never explain the reason why. "The less you know, the better off you and your sister will be if he ever found you." He would tell her.

Rebecca hated him for saying this, but no matter how hard she fought his response, he would not say anything more.

September first, the day Rebecca and Isabelle would head to Ilvermorny, was in three days. As Rebecca was waking up one morning, she heard a loud noise. It came from outside her door. Rebecca looked over at her sister's bed. She wasn't there. In a blink of an eye, Rebecca jumped out of her bed and opened the bedroom door. She ran straight to the kitchen where she found Isabelle nursing an owl that had been knocked out somehow. Isabelle looked up and seen her sister staring in shock.

"He flew into the window." Isabelle said, her eyes swimming with tears. Rebecca joined Isabelle by her side to help, though she had no idea how. Kate was at work so there was no way she could help.

It didn't matter, however. The bird began to stir and Rebecca was relieved. Underneath the owl, once it hopped up, were two envelopes, each addressed to either girl. Rebecca and Isabelle grabbed theirs and opened them up. Rebecca read hers to herself quietly.

Dear Miss Rebecca Warren,

We are pleased to welcome you to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Term begins on September first. Since this is a special circumstance, you have at the bottom of this letter instructions on how to get to the school.

Based upon your performances at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you will resume your magical education with Ilvermorny at Fifth Year Level, however, upon your arrival to the school, you shall walk with the First Years to be sorted into your house.

We look forward to seeing you on September First.

Sincerely,
Victoria Steward
Deputy Headmistress
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Instructions:
Head to Pennsylvania Station in Manhattan. Enter the station and proceed to Platform 4. An Amtrack train will be awaiting your arrival. Take a seat in the last four cars for wizard transport to Ilvermorny. The train will leave at 12 o'clock sharp so be there early!

Rebecca looked over it again. September first was in two days.

"So we go to school the same way we do at Hogwarts?" Isabelle asked with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"It seems so." Rebecca said. "But at least we don't have to run straight at a wall. I've never liked that about Platform Nine and Three Quarters."

"It was scary the first time." Isabelle said.

Rebecca remembered the first time Isabelle had to run through the barrier. It was on the day Rebecca started at Hogwarts. The only way Isabelle would go through was if Rebecca held her hand.

When Kate arrived home, Rebecca was busy writing in her journal. Isabelle had the letter and showed it to Kate.

"How on Earth are you going to get there by train? That's not a magic thing."

"We did it all the time for Hogwarts." Isabelle explained. "It was a train only for us."

"But the train this is referring to goes to Boston everyday. I've taken it many times for the Boston Marathon. How do you ride a train with my kind and your kind?"

Rebecca was hardly paying attention to the conversation. She was in deep thought about how school would be when they got there. She didn't care about the trip, but more about the destination. Her train of thought was derailed by Kate.

"Becca, do you know where the school is?"

Rebecca shut her journal in a snap. She knew she wouldn't have time to write anything right now. "I have no idea. Hogwarts is a castle on a cliff in Scotland."

"Well there's no cliffs in Boston. Nor is there a castle in Massachusetts as far as I'm aware." Kate said. "Well, anyway. I guess you'll find out soon enough. I just don't want to leave you two. Your dad did want me to keep an eye on you, but I suppose I have no choice here."

Rebecca stood up and said firmly, "You don't need to play parent you know."

"Oh, I didn't mean to sound like one." Kate said, scratching the back of her neck. "I'm just saying I'm worried about you two. This whole war you guys have is scary to think about. My own cousin is in the heart of it, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it because I'm not supposed to know about it just like the rest of my kind. If keeping you two safe is the only thing I can do, I want to do it right."

Rebecca said nothing else. She hated being treated like she was a little kid. But she would be fifteen in December. She knew how to take care of herself and her sister. She practically did it at Hogwarts, standing up to every bully who messed with Isabelle and her. Rebecca had visited the headmistress office many times.

However, after listening to Kate's reasonings, it only made sense for her to be like she was. Rebecca couldn't be mad at her, but she didn't want to apologize for what she said. Rebecca stood by her words.

Kate had left the room and went down the hallway and closed her bedroom door behind her. Next thing Rebecca knew, Isabelle was in her face.

"You made her upset." Isabelle said forcefully. "She was only worried about us. This war is scary."

"I didn't meant to." Rebecca said. "I was just saying..."

"You can't be like you are to those bullies. Kate's nice." Isabelle said.

Rebecca kept her mouth closed. Isabelle might of been right. And Rebecca had even forgotten her sister was in the room. She might of not said anything at all otherwise.

"Say you're sorry." Isabelle said, crossing her arms.

"Issy..." Rebecca started.

"Say you're sorry." Isabelle said again with a glare that even frightened Rebecca a bit.

"Okay. I'm sorry." Rebecca said quietly.

"No. Say it to Kate." Isabelle said, now pointing to Kate's room.

Rebecca sighed and proceeded to the door. She stood at it for a brief moment. She then knocked softly and said in a peaceful manner, "Kate? Can I come in?"

Rebecca heard no answer. Just a muffled sniffle from inside. Rebecca decided to open the door. Kate was on her bed dabbing at her eyes with a napkin. Rebecca didn't think that what she said could had caused this.
Rebecca then noticed a picture frame was in Kate's free hand. She held it up for Rebecca to see.

It was Kate who seemed slightly younger. She was holding a little boy who looked no older than ten.

"This was my son, Dillon." Kate said. "He died at seven years old. It was my fault."

Rebecca was speechless as she continued to look at the picture. Rebecca finally asked, "What happened?"

"I was driving him to school when I lived in New Jersey. I was doing photojournalism for a paper. While driving, I was stopped at a building fire and I got out of the car. First thing I did was grab my camera and told Dillon to stay in the car. I went to take pictures and next thing I know, I'm hearing someone screaming at me."

Kate stood up and walked towards her window.

"I didn't put my car in park. It rolled down the street in the direction of the main road. And a truck..."

Kate was in tears and sobbing. Rebecca came up from behind and wrapped her arms around Kate. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm a terrible parent. Your father shouldn't had trusted me to watch you and Isabelle." Kate said through her tears. "I asked him to have someone else do this, but he refused and wanted it to be me. He thinks I deserve a second chance."

Rebecca said, "Well, I don't think you're doing a bad job."

"But I'm not doing a good job either." Kate said. Rebecca realized she chose the wrong words.

"Yes you are doing good. Look, I'm sorry for what I said. I get defensive really easy."

Kate finally came around to herself again and they walked out of the bedroom. Isabelle was still standing in the exact spot with her arms still folded, but when she seen the two together, she smiled and went on to find a pencil to draw with.