Rebecca found a seat with her house. There were a mix of reactions from her housemates as she made her way to sit with them. Some were surprised, some showed signs of discomfort, and some were completely oblivious to who she was. However, one girl with light red hair was whispering excitedly to a boy who looked Native American while looking at Rebecca. The boy was also looking, like he was thinking hard about something, or rather about Rebecca.

Fortunately, Rebecca's seat started on a new row, which put her at a good distance from Lucy. The rest of the sorting wrapped up quickly and now a ringing noise echoed from the staff seats and the headmaster had stood up. His face was now in view. It was wrinkly, in fact, it looked as though someone crumpled up aluminum foil and did a poor job of smoothing it back out. His beard was snowy white and it went down even further than Rebecca initially thought. She was sure it went to his feet.

"May I have your attention please?" He said in a loud but slow and calming voice. "For our newcomers, whether it be our first years or a few students from across the pond who transferred here, my name is Professor Agilbert Fontaine and I am your headmaster. Welcome to Ilvermorny. And for those familiar faces, welcome back."

"Now, speaking of our new members to American society, as you all may know, a war has broken out in Britain and in these difficult times, I want to extend my hand to those who are being affected. In fact, our entire staff is more than happy to help you with any trouble and will provide comfort in these dark times. Likewise, I expect students to help one another and to greet our newcomers with open arms."

"At least he's on our side." Rebecca thought to herself. "Either that or he has to say things like that."

"Now, onto a couple of things that needs to be noted before classes start." Professor Fontaine said. "As you may know, our staff of pukwudgies are very keen to maintain a nice set up for the school grounds and they have requested I ask you all to treat the grounds as well as the castle with respect. Also, MACUSA have requested that should students see any form of suspicious activity, that it should be reported immediately to a professor."

Professor Fontaine dragged on with other school announcements; mostly related to the sports, which Rebecca did not pay attention to. Instead, she was in deep thought. Back home, students were asleep at Hogwarts. She wondered how things were there. Professor McGonagall was the headmistress last year, but with Mathias in charge of the Ministry, who knew who was leading them at school.

"Hey." Rebecca felt a quick shake on her shoulder. She was snapped out of her thoughts and she seen people all around the chamber moving. She looked up at the person who touched her. It was the red haired girl. "Feast is starting. I'm sure you're hungry because I'm starving." she also had the Native American boy beside her. The girl held out her hand to help Rebecca to her feet. Rebecca thought it was a joke- the start of a new bully. Rebecca stood up on her own.

"Guess that's one way to say hi." The girl said.

"Cut her some slack, Morgan." The boy said. "She must of been thinking about something terrible."

Rebecca asked, "How'd you figure that?"

"Andrew can read minds." Morgan said.

"Not exactly." Said Andrew. "I just have a knack for reading facial expressions. Who needs legilimency?"

"Well..." Rebecca started, but then Lucy came over.

"Trying to pick a fight with my friend here?" She probed. Andrew looked puzzled. Morgan lost whatever energy that was buzzing around her.

"Look, just because we're from a different place, or because of who our parents are, that doesn't mean you have a right to attack us." Lucy said.

"Who are your parents?" Morgan asked.

"My mum is Pansy Parkinson, a great witch, and my father..." Lucy's sentence trembled away.

As far as Rebecca understood, Lucy did not know who her father was and neither did her mother. Lucy found something to spit back at Morgan. "How dare you. You said that to get me upset because you already knew the answer to that question."
"Uh, no I did not. You should calm down. Even I don't get this much attention when I'm at a party." Morgan said. Students were glancing at them as they scuttled off to find the feast.

"Ugh!" Lucy said. "Come on, Becks. Let's get out of here." Lucy grabbed Rebecca by the wrist to pull her along. Rebecca did not let her be taken.

"Becks?" Lucy asked angrily. "Come. On."

"I'm not going with you." Rebecca said. "I... I don't want to." she looked at Morgan and Andrew, hoping they would say something. Andrew did, "Sure. I don't mind the company."

"Yes, you can stay with us all you want." Morgan beamed.

Lucy was infuriated. She looked at Rebecca with rage and tears before she stormed off into the crowd of students.

Rebecca, however, looked at Morgan and Andrew and said, "Thanks."

"She sure was a sensitive bubble to pop." Morgan said.

"Are you okay?" Andrew asked Rebecca.

"Er, I should be fine now." Rebecca said, scratching her ear.

"Okay, let's get to the feast." Morgan said. "I would be distraught if the food got cold."

Once Rebecca, Morgan, and Andrew left the chamber, they found themselves inside a hall much like the Great Hall back at Hogwarts. There were five long tables instead of four.

"Where do Wampus sit?" Rebecca asked.

"Anywhere there is food, so, anywhere." Morgan replied.

"So there are no assigned house tables?" Rebecca asked.

They all took a seat with Rebecca sitting beside Morgan and Andrew across from them.

"Nope." Andrew said. "I take it Hogwarts does? What a terrible way to give students an education."

"I don't understand what you mean." Rebecca said with confusion.

"Making a student sit with only their house just helps divide the students rather than unite them. Houses are fun for the competition, but that's it. We shouldn't let them take over the leisure time we have."

"So anyways." Morgan said. "We haven't properly introduced ourselves to you. I'm Morgan Wolfe and this nerd is Andrew Lorette."

"I'm Rebecca Warren." Rebecca thought for sure the name would send them off.

"So you're the daughter of the Anthony Warren?' Morgan chimed.

"Unfortunately." Rebecca said.

"Oh. Is he not as great a person as he is at quidditch?"

"No. He's an okay dad. Not the best, but not the worst. I just hate his fame." Rebecca said as she began to fill her plate with a variety of foods.

"Well, it is the reason you're here in America isn't it?" Andrew said.

"Yeah, but even before the war I hated it." Rebecca said. "It sucks. People expect great things from you and if you don't meet their expectations, you're a failure and you become whatever the rumors want you to be."

Morgan frowned. "Well, that's terrible."

"Well, maybe you'll be treated different here." Andrew said. "Don't count on it though. At least not with everyone. Most people read the New York Ghost and they think you might be a threat."

"They're a conservative paper in the pockets of The Saturn Society. Of course they think she is." Morgan said.

"The Saturn Society?" Rebecca asked.

"A bunch of rich snobs in politics who think they're better than everyone. They fund the school quite a bit too." Morgan said.
"But if they're rich and my family is rich, wouldn't they welcome me here?" Rebecca asked.

"They see you as an immigrant." Andrew said. "Someone who could threaten MACUSA. You're already wanted back in Britain."

"So Lucy was right." Rebecca said.

"That bossy girl? Who was she?" Morgan asked.

"She's a friend. Or was, back home." Rebecca said.

"Well, doesn't seem like you two are now after earlier." Andrew said.

"Yeah, well, that's been a long time coming." Rebecca sighed.

"At least now you got two new friends." Morgan said with a smile.

During the feast, Rebecca got to learn a few things about Morgan and Andrew. Morgan came from a farm in Wisconsin. She grew up an only child with both of her magical parents. She had a lot of energy and she blamed it on not being able to use it up at the farm so she resorted to a lot of partying at Ilvermorny.

Andrew was Native American as Rebecca had guessed. He was from the Spokane reservation in Washington state. He had a large family, though everyone on the reservation treated each other as such. Not many from his tribe were magical, but they all knew and understood it when someone was.

"I've been trying to get Morgan to visit sometime." Andrew laughed.

"I would love too if mom and dad would let me find free time while I'm home." Morgan said.

"So how long have you two been friends?" Rebecca asked.

"Oh, we've been hanging out since first year." Morgan began. "He saved me from failing a class and in return, I got him to open up more to people. Little Andy was so shy."

She scratched his head. Andrew blushed and tried to hide a smile. "Andy is at the best in the class." Morgan proudly said.

"To be fair, Horned-Serpent has some great students." Andrew said.

"Don't be modest. You're at the top of the class. I'd brag if I were you." Morgan said playfully.

Rebecca couldn't help but smile. She may have an easy time here at Ilvermorny. She didn't have to deal with Lucy any longer and she had new friends- real friends. Soon enough, it was time for them to go to bed. Rebecca followed her new friends to the Wampus common room.