When we reappeared we were in front of a large building that was built so it was...modern but it was painfully obvious they had been trying to hard to make it that way.
"Here?" I asked hoping that the answer would be no.
"Yes, " he sighed, "Here. Come along"
"But...shouldn't school not start till the end of summer.""Normally yes...But this one is year long."
"Terrific." I muttered as I followed him toward the school.
He knocked on the door and a man in his thirties answered the door.
"Yes. You must be the new transfer. Come in come in. You're from England if I'm not mistaken."
"Yes sir."
"But...your English accent and all is impeccable."
"Really? Thanks." I smiled at him sweetly.
"And you must be her previous Principle?"
"Thats right." Dumbledore answered.
"Well...Should we get you set up."
"Yes please sir."
"Oh...Ok." he seemed taken aback by my complete formality "Um...Libby, will you take her to the room Libby here will be your roommate."
"Hey there." A short girl with glasses and pixie length black hair with purple streaks.
"Heya" I grinned at her. "I'm Sammay."
"Let's get out of here." She rolled her eyes at the men.
"Alright. Goodbye Professor Dumbledore." I shot him one final glare to tell him how unhappy I was about running away before scurrying off with Libby.
The letters came all at once a day after my arrival at my new school. I felt sorry for Olive as he came to land on my window sill. It scared Libby half to death when it began tapping my window.
Fred's package was the shoebox that I had used send messages last year. Ginny sent me a ranting letter about how it was so unfair that I was abandoning her for a year at school and Fred and George wasn't even there to keep her from getting bored. George's was ranting and raving about how I had been keeping such a COOL secret from him..
I wrote some letters back and gave Olive a chance to rest by using the shoebox to write back. I guessed by the fact that I hadn't received a letter from Fred that he was rather furious with me. I told Libby so.
"Who is Fred?"
"Um...my boyfriend."
"You have a BOYFRIEND? In England no less! You'd better not tell the boys here that."
"Why?" It was already obvious that the boys of this school were considered supreme over the girls.
"Because, if the boys think you're single and they can't have you they don't chase you or torture you as much as if you have a boyfriend."
"...That makes sense I guess." I mumbled.
"Anyway, it'll be our secret...now, let's see some pictures. Come on, gimmy gimmy." she bounced up and down from where she sat on her bed. I laughed and grabbed a photo album from my desk. I tossed it to her before going to sit next to her.
"Holy Crap they move." she gasped.
"Yeah, they're magic photos. Let's see... This is Neville and Luna....and This is Ginny....This is Hermione, Ron, and Harry....Oh, and this one is my Quidditch team my first year there."
"Quidditch?" she interrupted
"Yeah, its this game thats played on broomsticks. Its SOOO much fun...Ah, here they are. This is Fred and George."
"Whoa, twins...How do you tell them apart?"
"Its hard to explain... To me there are millions of differences...Alex can tell them apart almost as easily as I can...but not quite....Ah, speak of the devil, there's Alex and George." I pointed to one picture, "And this is me and Fred." The picture had been taken by Ginny, we were outside by the lake. Fred had me cradled in his arms and was spinning around and around nuzzling my ear with his nose. We were both laughing our heads off.
"OMG you two are TOO CUTE!" she gushed.
"Thanks." I blushed.
"So he is mad at you?"
"I think so..." I paused as I saw the box glow. "Well...I guess this will answer that."
I opened a small note that was inside. It was simple "Taps your nose." I giggled.
"I'm guessing he forgives you."
"Sounds like...but it seems he is still a bit furious with me."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because I know him so well." I laughed plainly. "That boy has got a temper. You should have seen his reaction to meeting my first Boyfriend. He ignored me until I pretended to cry."
Libby burst our laughing. "Thats perfect. Do you have any pictures of your first boyfriend?"
"Yeah," I turned another couple of pages to the section that said year in France. "Here." I pointed to the picture of Seb and me. He was standing behind me with his arms around my waist. Every few seconds he leaned to kiss my cheek before blushing at the camera.
"Whoa...big difference between the types here. This dude is all sweet and innocent...and Fred seemed,,, to be up to no good."
"That is a good way to describe him." I smiled absentmindedly.
The next day was Monday, time to go to class. I was bored out of my mind all the way through. I was all so basic. It was all things students had learned in their first year at Hogwarts.
When I got back to the room with Libby looking at her homework. "This is going to take forever...""Really?" I looked at the stack of books. "You think this is alot?" I had sat down with the first page at my desk. I grabbed my pencil and read the questions. "This is all low level stuff back home."
"Really?" she turned in her swivel chair to look at me. "Oh, you got something." she looked over at the shoebox that glowed. I went over and opened the lid.
"Don't worry Hermione picked which one I should get." I laughed at the note and pulled out a large book.
"Looks like I'm completely forgiven."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because he is apologizing for being mad for so long." I held up the book before hugging it to myself and tossing a note into the shoebox. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." I whispered.
After it was gone I sat back down with my homework. 15 minutes later I was done.
"You're done already!!!" Libby stared at me wide eyed.
"I told you it wasn't THAT much" I laughed. The box flashed again.
"Same to you Love." he had written back.
I grinned and lay down with my new book.
Two months later I was going crazy because I felt like my IQ was continually dropping. I wrote a furious letter to Dumbledore demanding some form of intelligent work. The reply back was almost immediate.
"What are you going to do with all those books?" Libby asked me as we sat on our beds."Actually learn." I told her sitting down with a book, parchment, and quill. "I'm doing homework I would be doing at Hogwarts if I was ACTUALLY there." I started to scribble out the answers on the parchment as we talked.
"Don't you already have enough homework WITHOUT homework from England."
"No, thats not the point." I replied grumpily.
"Jeez. I'll never understand you.""Few do." I laughed.