The first week of classes were certainly interesting to say the least. Rebecca had received her official schedule in her Wampus common room.

Classes were done slightly differently at Ilvermorny than at Hogwarts. For one, Rebecca attended classes more often, but she soon found out it resulted in less homework and each class meet lasted an hour.

Rebecca shoved her schedule into her backpack and fastened her new blue Ilvermorny robes with cranberry red lining. Where the Slytherin crest would have been, stitched on was the Wampus crest. Her tie was black, but pinned on it was the Ilvermorny crest. Underneath her robes was a cranberry red blazer with gold buttons. And then there was the plain white shirt. Her knee high skirt was blue as well and the shoes were black with black knee high socks.

Rebecca missed the black robes, but she didn't mind the blue too much.

Rebecca looked around at her common room. Wampus was located in one of the five towers of the castle. Each corner of it held a common room with the center one being the astronomy tower. There were eight levels to the house towers. The bottom was the actual common room and the rest would be a level for every year going up to seven.

Inside the Wampus tower, which was the east tower, there was a large fireplace on the wall that was the hub of the room. Surrounding it were many chairs and a sofa. Against the walls were a few bookshelves and a few more seats. One area was marked off for playing gobstones. Candles lit whatever darkness the fireplace couldn't, and it was interesting to watch the candles because they moved to the fireplace to light themselves in the evening when the sun would go down.

The dormitories were a little darker than the common room. The curtains were a dark red and they wouldn't open unless it was in the mornings. Rebecca was woken to the sudden noise of metal rings sliding across a bar to reveal sunlight. They must had been on a magical timer to open at the right moment so students could get up in time for classes. If one tried to open them, they wouldn't budge.

Rebecca decided to head out of her common room with Morgan. Andrew had already left for the library.

"It's nice to actually have breakfast with someone for a change." Morgan said in the Great Hall. "I swear he's always there every morning."

"I take it he's a bookworm?" Rebecca asked.

"He's a walking library himself. I expect the books read him when he's there." Morgan fumed, but she relaxed a bit. "But I'm going to totally need that walking library if I do the same as I did last year."

"How are classes here?" Rebecca asked as she looked over her schedule.

"Boring.' Morgan replied. "I expect you guys have more fun at Hogwarts. I bet you don't have a teacher you hate."

"Classes were rarely exciting." Rebecca admitted.

"Now it's official. School sucks on a worldwide scale." Morgan remarked. "I suppose the only interesting class is Defense Against The Dark Arts, but Professor Stetson is a-"

There was a loud bang in the hall. A student had set off a firework of some sort nearby. The student was then approached by Professor Steward. She took a box from him and Rebecca recognized it as a Weasley Wizard Wheezes.

Rebecca and Morgan met with Andrew outside of Charms. The castle was not as adventurous as Hogwarts. In between the towers were long hallways that connected them. It was shaped like a box. Only the Astronomy tower did not have any connections. Inside the box was a large courtyard with a large pond and overgrown trees and shrubs on either side of the many pathways. That was where the adventures were. While it could had been a shortcut to get to the opposite side of the castle, it would be difficult for newcomers to navigate it. Even Morgan decided against going through it and instead just walked through the hallways.

"You two finally showed up." Andrew said when they arrived.

"It's not our fault we would rather socialize than read before classes." Morgan remarked. "We like to take breaks from looking inside books and you're only here first because the library is right across the hall."

Andrew smirked, but then it went away. "Uh oh." His eyes were fixed on something behind Morgan and Rebecca. They turned around to look themselves. Approaching them were three girls.

The girl in the middle had brown hair and was tall. She had a pointy face and she looked irritated. She stopped in front of them with the other two girls flanking her.

"You're still here for another year, Wolfe?" She sneered.

"I'm surprised you are still here, Vanessa." Morgan snapped. "Didn't you fail a few exams last year or did your daddy fix that for you?"

There was no response from the Vanessa girl, but her eyes were now fixed on Rebecca. "And what are you doing here?"

"Going to class?" Rebecca replied.

"No, I mean what are you doing here at Ilvermorny, in America?" Vanessa barked.

"I know exactly what she's doing here." Said one of the other girls. She was a platinum blonde with the perfect matching skin tone. "She's running away from home, hoping she can hide here to avoid being caught. She wants us to protect her, and let us suffer the consequences for it."

"No, Cassandra, it's not that." Said the other girl. She was dark skin with freckles on her face and her hair was pixie. "She's probably plotting to attack us from the inside. The Ministry knows she's dangerous and the only reason she's here is because of her father who pretends to be an American himself."

Rebecca was completely blown away by all of the accusations being thrown at her, but Morgan stepped in.

"You all better watch what you're saying." She demanded.

"Rebecca is nothing that you say." Andrew said boldly.

"Can the Brit not speak for herself?" Vanessa asked. She had not taken her eyes off Rebecca, who she had not either. They had been in a staring contest for while. Rebecca was just about to say something when the Charms classroom door opened and a man who had thick black hair emerged.

"What's all the commotion out here? Discussing about what my summer vacation was like I assume?" He grinned at them all. "Well, I can tell you it was quite boring." He then laughed a bit. Rebecca, Morgan, nor Andrew cracked a smile, but Vanessa was laughing along with her friends. Rebecca assumed they were faking it to draw attention away from what just happened between them.

"Good morning, Professor Codmen." Chimed Vanessa.

They all followed him inside the class. Soon enough, everyone was inside, including the trio of Albus, Scorpius, and Rose. Their class was quite large compared to Hogwarts. Lucy was also there too and to Rebecca's amazement, she picked a seat in the second row and had her book opened. Lucy usually sat in the back and rarely did anything productive during class.

As it turned out, Professor Codmen was a fairly new professor. He was beginning his fifth year as a teacher, which meant he started teaching as long as the fifth years were in school so he felt he had a personal connection with this class, but Professor Codmen was from Michigan and during lecture he would go off topic sometimes to talk about his home on the waterfront of Lake Michigan.

Rebecca did not have any trouble with Vanessa during class, but Rebecca was curious to know who she was and so after Charms, Rebecca asked Morgan and Andrew.

"A total bitch." Morgan snapped. Andrew explained a bit more. "Vanessa Bancroft. Her dad's head of The Saturn Society and is the biggest donor to the school."

"And because of that, she thinks she owns it." Morgan said.

"And what about the other two?" Rebecca asked.

"Cassandra Caspian and Sheila Waldgrave." Andrew continued. "Their parents are also Saturn Society, right hands to Vanessa's father, which is why Cass and Sheila look to Vanessa as the leader of their crew around here."

"They look down on anyone who doesn't set with their status." Morgan said. "They don't like me because I'm poor."

"And they don't like me because of my blood." Andrew said.

"It's twenty twenty-one. Who cares about full blood and no blood?" Rebecca asked.

"No, not magical blood. They don't like me because I'm Native and still live in the dirt." Andrew pushed his glasses up. "But yet here I am smarter than all three of their heads put together." and then he smiled.

"And of course they don't like me because I'm a refugee." Rebecca sighed. Now with Vanessa being here, it seemed things would get a little more difficult again.

"Don't worry about her." Morgan said. "She's mostly just a mouth. The only other thing she's good at is Quodpot."

"Quodpot?" Rebecca asked.

"You've never heard of Quodpot?" Morgan asked with shock on her face.

"The British play Quidditch." Andrew said.

Morgan was still amazed at this news and Rebecca asked again.

"It's an American broom sport." Andrew said.

"It's the only sport that matters." Morgan said with excitement.

"Oh. Nevermind then." Rebecca said. Morgan was now disappointed as they walked into Defense Against The Dark Arts. Rebecca didn't want anything to do with brooms or sports, even if it wasn't quidditch.

Inside the classroom, the first thing Rebecca noticed were plaques and certificates on the wall. Each one recognizing a Nevaeh Stetson. They were all about dueling too. Professor Stetson had won Duelist of The Year and American Duelist of The Decade. She was runner up in the International Duelist of The Decade and International Duelist of The Year however. She also had ribbons from MACUSA for capturing wanted criminals. Even a death eater in Britain with the award from Hermione Granger, the then Minister of Magic. She had served as bodyguard for many rich and powerful people too. Professor Stetson seemed to had done it all. Rebecca suggested she should be after Mathias.

Rebecca continued to read over the awards, in particular the runner up trophy. There was someone else who was better than her out there and Rebecca wanted to know who it was.

"Ahem."

Rebecca was startled and turned around to be face to face with a tall, black haired woman. She looked fiercely at Rebecca. "Are you done?"

Rebecca began to speak, but the woman said, "Go sit down. Class is starting." She didn't stop staring at Rebecca until she finally went to her seat. The woman then went to the front of the class and snapped, "Everyone to your seats and be quiet. We've got a whole year to prepare you for O.W.L.s and I already fear some of you will fail one minute into this exam. As I understand, some of you are new. I am Professor Stetson and you will probably not like me by the time this lecture is over. Unfortunately, I have to put up with this bunch three times a week, but I'm sure the feeling is mutual."

The class was dead silent. Not a single person had moved. Rebecca learned quickly that this teacher was not one to mess with. However, that did not stop Professor Stetson from calling her out.

"Warren." Professor Stetson announced. "Come to the front with your wand."

Rebecca had never been called out in class. At least not since first year. Rebecca always avoided the teacher's eyes when they would be seeking volunteers. And how did Professor Stetson know who Rebecca was so quickly?

Rebecca rose to her feet and nervously went to the front. She pulled out her wand and faced Stetson.

"Now, let's see your best nonverbal spell." Stetson said.

"Um..." nonverbal spell? Rebecca had never learned this at Hogwarts. She looked at the class. Morgan and Andrew were both watching silently. Vanessa and her friends were all grinning. Albus and Scorpius looked worried. Rose was watching carefully like she might miss something. And Lucy was trying to not make eye contact with Rebecca.

"Nonverbal spell." Stetson said irritably. "Come on. Let's see what Hogwarts has taught you."

"I... I don't know how to do one." Rebecca said softly. She didn't like speaking in front of crowds, especially in front of a bunch of judgemental students. There were sniggers all around the room and Rebecca quickly said, "We were never taught nonverbal spells."

"Of course you weren't." Stetson said. "You're not supposed to start them until your sixth year. Apparently it's too difficult according to Hogwarts leaders."

Rebecca was confused and frustrated. Why bring her up here and ask her to do something that Stetson knew she couldn't do?

"Here at Ilvermorny our students learn in their third year." Stetson said. "So I suggest you and the rest of your Hogwarts friends start a little study group and find a tutor before it's too late."

"Why did you send her up there if you knew she didn't know?" Asked Lucy.

"Quiet." Stetson said. She turned back to Rebecca. "And you're his daughter too? Go sit down. You'll want to listen to every word I say from now until the end of May."

Rebecca walked back to her seat. Andrew was shaking his head and Morgan looked even more disappointed than earlier. Rebecca overheard Vanessa say, "Those poor dumb Brits. Can't even get proper schooling."

The rest of the lecture was terrible for Rebecca. Professor Stetson continued to make remarks every once in a while about British schooling and the only reason Rebecca didn't speak up was because she felt Stetson would jinx her in a split second.