Author's Note: Here's a new chapter, please enjoy! I don't have a regular updating schedule so bear with me as I try to navigate between writing and school work. As always, reviews are welcome!

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Chapter 2: The Exchange Program

"AQUA ERUCTO! REDUCTO! EXPULSO!" Brook's voice rings throughout the empty corridors of Wayne Manor. Her muscles burn and she can feel the toll the practice session is taking. The tank top is drenched in sweat. She pauses for a moment, stumbling backwards and eventually lying on the marble floor. She pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a groan. She's definitely going to feel this tomorrow.

"Perhaps it would be wise to not exhaust yourself on such frequent basis, Master Brook." She turns her head sharply towards the voice, startled by the sudden intrusion. It's Julius. Brook sticks her tongue at her butler/caretaker and slowly raises herself up. He raises an eyebrow in response. "You are still a growing witch, after all."

"Haven't you heard that practice makes perfect, Julius?" She asks while brushing the dust off of her shorts. Brook knows he's only concerned for her well-being, but what needs to be done simply doesn't allow for breaks. The war isn't over yet. Not for me, anyways.

That was her life these days; between her grueling training sessions and company board meetings she rarely had time to just rest. Speaking of which, she really needed to discuss the expansion of the marketing department in the Argentinian branch with her advisors. Sales had plummeted by twelve percent there, which was unacceptable. No, Brooklyn Wayne doesn't fail. A Wayne shouldn't fail.

"Yes, but not at the expense of your health." Brook dries herself off with a fluffy white towel and quickly consumes an entire bottle of Gatorade. She sheathes her wand and heads for the door, past Julius. "Brooklyn." He says softly. She flinches at his use of her actual name and stops just before the door. "I'm only worried about your safety."

She sighs and turns her head around to look Julius in the eyes. "I know." She offers him a weak smile. "But I can't let up. Not now. Not with what my contacts are saying has been happening in Britain lately. It's bad enough that I'm stuck at school for most of the year. I need this, Julius. I… promise to give myself a little break here and there if it makes you feel better."

"I'll hold you to that promise, Master Brook." He smiles warmly. "Speaking of your school, Headmaster Jackson has requested to see you in his office this afternoon."

"Huh? Why?" She frowns. Why would Jackson want to see me before the school year starts?

"I'm afraid the note didn't specify a reason. Will you be using the Floo Network to Ilvermorny?"

"No," she says with a devilish smile, "I've been dying to test the new Lamborghini out."

Brook strides confidently towards the imposing oak doors and promptly knocks. "Come in, please." The voice beyond the doors says as the doors open. She walks into the room and is surprised to find her professors present as well, standing in a semi circle around the Headmaster. "Ah, Miss Wayne. Please take a seat." Headmaster Jackson motions towards the rather large leather chair across his desk. She obliges. "You've put us in a very interesting position, Miss Wayne. Your professors have informed me that not only did you manage to keep up in your seventh year classes as a fourth year, you've actually excelled by leaps and bounds! As far as I'm concerned, you've exceeded the curriculum Ilvermorny has to offer!"

"But sir, I still took some fourth year classes." She adds, not entirely sure where this conversation is headed.

"Yes you did, but since your major is the Defense Against the Dark Arts, you've completed the graduation requirements for your track and then some. We have no courses or any electives left for you for your major! So we, as a faculty, have come to the conclusion that your time and talent would be wasted by you spending the next remaining three years of your education here, where we currently have no more courses of interest left to offer. Sure you have some courses left outside of your track, but you're not interested those, are you, Miss Wayne?"

"No sir. I'm not." Brook replies meekly, while staring at her shoes and definitely not daring to look at her Magic History professor in the eye.

"Well then. It seems we have come to the right conclusion."

"Sir, how will I continue my education?"

"Ah, that's the million galleon question, isn't it? We, ourselves, struggled to answer that very question, but after many meetings, I believe we've come up with a feasible solution." The Headmaster leans forward slightly. "Have you ever heard of Hogwarts, Miss Wayne?"

I'm going to Britain. The news is almost too jarring to believe, but it's perfect. It presented her with the perfect opportunity to get even closer to her end goal.

As the Headmaster stated, Brook and fourteen other Ilvermorny students will spend a year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as exchange students.

"It'll give you a different perspective on materials you've learned," Headmaster Jackson explains. "Hogwarts has some exceptional faculty members of their own, and some of the best wizards and witches in history have graduated from there. I'm sure you'll find much merit in your experiences in Britain. I almost forgot! My dear friend, Albus Dumbledore—Have you heard of him? Oh, you have! Fantastic! Anyways, Albus has been gracious enough to agree to this and has even arranged with their Ministry of Magic to let you all compete in the Triwizard Tournament! How exciting is that? Although, it would cease to be a tri-wizard tournament with four champions; it's now more like a quad-wizard tournament, if you will. But that's beside the point. The tournament is incredibly challenging, and if you are selected, Miss Wayne, which I have a feeling you might be, then it'd be a fantastic opportunity to test your skills. Not to mention incredibly rewarding. At the end of the year, if you and the others feel that Hogwarts fits your needs, you all have the option to stay there for the remainder of your education."

Brook opens her mouth to speak, but the Headmaster holds up a hand. "And before you ask, Miss Wayne, yes. Miss Thompson is one of the fourteen other students."

"Thank you, sir."

Her phone's ringtone snaps her out of her thoughts. Incoming call from: Alexis Thompson. She clicks the accept call button on the steering wheel.

"HOLY SHIT. WE'RE GOING TO ENGLAND!" Brook winces as she hears her best friend screech.

"Fucking hell, Lex. Tone it down a notch, I almost crashed into a ditch because of that." Lex is her only and by default, best friend at Ilvermorny. Vigorous pursuit of her studies and her rather cold nature didn't lend themselves to many friends. Therefore, in her earlier years at Ilvermorny, she was always alone outside of her classes. Sure, her classmates constantly came to her for homework help, but apart from that, there was limited interaction between Brook and the rest of the students. She was fine with that. It just meant more time to focus on the things that mattered. She would need all the focus she could muster for what lie ahead.

So, her solitude became a norm and ultimately, a comfort. When other students tried to be friendly towards her, she just replied without any emotion except annoyance, only eager to retreat back into her comfort zone. And the others in response, kept their interactions solely to class work. But one girl persisted. Alexis Thompson, the daughter of No-Maj parents, kept striking at Brook's walls with exceptionally bad puns and cups of coffee to no avail. Until one day, Brook relented. They've been inseparable ever since.

"But it's England, Brook! Think of all the amazing things we'll get to experience! Big Ben, the gigantic ferris wheel, and don't even get me started on the accents!" Brook lets out a huge grin listening to her friend gush out the foreign country.

"Calm your horses, cowboy. The school's in Scotland."

"Ugh, whatever. But still, Britain! I'm browsing through my dad's Beatles record collection to get me in the British state of mind."

"Hey, you better start packing, we leave in three days."

"Yeah thanks, mom. We still on for coffee tomorrow morning?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." She smiles widely.

"Awesome! See you then!"

"Julius, I'm back!" Brook yells, her voice echoing through the grandiose halls of Wayne Manor. She spots Julius walking briskly down the stairs.

"How was the meeting, Master Brook?"

"It looks like I'm going to Hogwarts as an exchange student for a year. Maybe more."

"Well that's certainly unexpected. Although, I doubt you're upset about it. Any arrangements you'd like me to make ahead of time, Master Brook?"

"Yes. Get me an owl. I need to speak with Sirius Black."