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A/N: Hi everyone! So, first off I'd like to apologize for the incredible lateness of this chapter! I am so so SO sorry guys. That being said, however, from now on I think the updates are going to be pretty infrequent . . . sorry. It's not that I've given up on this story; the updates will come, it'll just take a longer time than I originally expected.

Okay, so in this chapter I'm going to introduce another one of the fabulous characters I've received. From here I'm going to move on to Diagon Alley, the train, etc, so I won't have each chapter for each character.

This one is about Penlyn Chase, who was submitted by Love-Pink26

"Penlyn, dear, why don't you go help Adelie pick out a dress for the tea party I've invited you two girls to."

Penlyn put down her book momentarily.

"Mom, you know I'm not into these 'proper lady things'" she said with a slight smile. And Adelie will refuse to come out of her room. I don't doubt that she and Miles have got something planned for this afternoon tea that you've made for us and some friends of yours. Remember your last book club meeting when the twins hid the eintire stash of copies of Pride and Prejudice and replaced them with - what was it? - 'A Guide to Learning the Arts of Clowning'?"

Her mother laughed and Penlyn joined in.

"I know sweetheart. You'll do it for me though, right? You'll put down the book for more than ten seconds and join me, Elaine, and Eleanor for tea?"

Penlyn sighed. "I'll think about it, Mom."

That meant "no" and both of them knew it, but her mother beamed anyway.

Unexpectedly, the door flew open.

"Dad!" Penlyn ran straight up to him and flung herself into his arms. She didn't care if it made her seem like a little girl. She loved her father.

And Penlyn did not expect Dad to be home so early - before noon even! - on a regular afternoon such as this one towards the end of July.

She remembered the great times they had together when he would read her stories every night from the time when she was six until the age of ten. She treasured those blissful evenings filled with adventures and trips to faraway lands; princesses, dragons, fairies . . .

It all started when he went away on business when she was six. The gift he brought back to her was just a plain old children's book (actually, it had been green with a yellow spine; yes, Penlyn remembered exactly) to which she had scoffed. After he read her a story from it that night, Penlyn had been hoodwinked on the concept of reading and books. He brought her a new one home with him every time he returned home from a business trip. It was a ritual of theirs of sorts, something she always knew she could look forward to.

It was not often that Dad was able to be home from work so early like this, but she was certainly glad for it. She loved her family.

Dad made his way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, and Penlyn returned to the couch on which she had left her book, eager to discover the fate of the protagonist.

She was just getting engrossed in the book, when many things happened at once: A pair of sparkling green eyes belonging to Penlyn spied to sets of identical ones hiding out by the staircase; the window opened and something swooped through, dropping a envelope of fancy parchment right on Penlyn's couch. Wait. Was that an owl? Penlyn did not even have time to process this, however, because a second later the impact of the window opening caused a string that had recently been tied around the window latch to snap. At the other end of the string was non other than a bucket of freezing cold milk, which then proceeded to flipping over and spilling all over the couch, the book, and the fair, freckled skin, and strawberry blond locks of Penlyn Chase.

Of course she should have suspected that the twins were up to something when she saw them. It must have taken true genius on her little sister's part to realize where the owl was headed and that the window would open along with it for her and Miles to attach their string to it.

But before Penlyn could contemplate this any longer, the door burst open to reveal a woman of about thirty-five with dirty blond fluffy hair, containing the occasional streak of silver. Compared to the fair skin that ran in Penlyn's family, the woman was tan and she was slim and pretty tall.

Without saying a word of introduction, the mysterious woman walked straight through the doorway and extended a hand to Penlyn.

"Penny is it? Lynne? Patty? Oh, I'm so sorry, Sweetie. I'm not very good with names as you can see."

Her tone was extremely kind and welcoming. Their was only one problem: Penlyn had absolutely no idea who she was.

But before she could say another word, her father, whom she had not seen leap out from the kitchen, jumped in front of her.

"That's my daughter you're talking to, Miss. Care to provide some explanation as to who you might be?"

He raised an eyebrow at her.

The heart-shaped face woman giggled. "Oh how silly of me. You all must be so confused-" indeed, the looks on the faces of all five Chases (Miles and Adelie having joined the rest of the family, upon witnessing the mystifying manner to which the door was opened to reveal this strange woman - "I'm so sorry about that, honey," she smiled down at Penlyn, who still was still in utter confusion regarding what was going on at the moment. "My name is Miss Smith, though you might not want to get all too used to the 'Miss' as some teachers expect to be called Professor. I'm here to take you, dear, to a faraway school of magic known as The Redingway Academy for the Magically Gifted. Now then, take a look at your letter, here."

Penlyn had almost forgotten about the letter in all the commotion. What struck her as odd was that "Miss Smith" had not even commented on Penlyn's current state of being; covered from head to toe in milk which she was now spluttering out of her mouth and nose. She's have to somehow get back at the twins later, once this whole situation was figured out.

"May I sit down?" asked the woman, motioning to the (now white) couch.

Penlyn nodded hesitantly.

"You, my dear, are a witch!- Yes, I know. It is shocking, especially to a Muggle Born like yourself. Don't ask questions just yet, dear. I'll explain it all to you now."

Penlyn gulped. She wanted to yell at this lady to get out of her house. What kind of nonsense was this anyway? A witch? She clearly had something slightly off in the head or something. Witches were the kinds of things that only existed in her books.

But something held her back. Something had her glued to the chair, listening to every word Miss Smith said.

"I'm a witch too-" she glanced down to see the name to which the letter - which she had an extra copy of - was addressed. - "Penlyn. Not only that, but a teacher to young students very much like yourself. I am a teacher of Geology at a school of magic known as The Redingway Academy for the Magically Gifted. We are actually one of the only magic schools in the entire world that offers this course," she said proudly. "This class is a sort of introduction to alchemy which you can elect to take in your fifth year for years five through seven. But enough about me. You-" she checked the letter again - "Penlyn, are a witch. I'm assuming you've made things happen before when you feel extreme emotions. This uh, situation appears to be one of those times . . ."

Penlyn shook her head. "No. It was my twin brother and sister, they- long story." But it was true. She did make things happen whenever she was too sad or angry or happy or whatever. But it was not magic. It couldn't be. Could it? No, of course not.

"I knew it!" she did not expect her father to beam so broadly at this news that was probably not even true. "I just knew it! Oh, I can't believe this! My baby girl's a witch! A witch!"

He scooped Penlyn up into his arms and spun her around three times. He even engulfed Miss Smith in a tight, bone crushing hug. He turned to his wife.

"Mom?"

But Mom was not okay. For a second, her face was just dazed, and then, she fell back onto the floor.

Mom had passed out from the shock of the news. Dad was jumping for joy, though looked worried about his wife.

Penlyn herself was still slightly doubtful. "C-can you . . ." she motioned to the long, stick like thing hanging out of Miss Smith's back pocket that she had determined to be a wand.

"Of course." Miss Smith grinned, waved the wand gracefully, and muttered, "scourgify."

Penlyn sighed in relief as the uncomfortable feeling of having the milk all over her faded and was replaced by elation.

It was true. Magic was real! And she, Penlyn, was a witch! She had never been the most popular one at school, (Mom always tried to get her to be a little more social) but now she was going to a new school. A school where everyone was like her. Where she would not have to worry about being called a freak.

She felt like she was at the top of the world. Penlyn ran up into her father's arms once again and he lifted her up. Mom was regaining consciousness, and Penlyn pecked her on the cheek and hugged her tightly. She then did the same to each of the twins.

She could not believe how great everything was about to become.

Her. Plain old, dorky, book-obsessed Penlyn Chase. A witch.

A/N: Okay, again, sorry about the wait, but I'm warning you that there will be a wait before the next one also.

Please review and let me know what you thought of Penlyn :) I'd like to know which characters to write about the most, so I'd appreciate it if you let me know at the end of each chapter!