"You two know each other?" Aspen asks, though I know he already knows the answer. Everyone hears about mine and Celeste's many fall outs.

Particularly our big fight last year. I was in the hospital wing for a week, and had to miss the first Quidditch match of the season. It was all over the school, and it turned into some big duel story. According to my brother Kota, he heard that both Celeste and I had used unforgivable curses on each other. I hope Aspen assumes that part isn't true. (Because it isn't.)

"We do," Celeste says innocently. I just roll my eyes and slide past them. For the next minute I am forced to listen to Celeste complain about things to Aspen. "You know babe, my parents almost sent me to Beauxbatons. That's where my mother went. But my Father wanted me to come here. Hogwarts is so trashy, don't you think?"

Celeste is a stuck up jerk, and that is a fact.

When we reach the front car, everyone else is already there. The other Gryffindor prefect is a guy named Carter Woodwork. I smile a little bit, Carter's a nice guy, and he's really easy to work with. He glances my way and gives a thumbs up. The Ravenclaw prefects are a friend of mine, Kriss Ambers and a guy named Avery something. For Hufflepuff it's Anna Farmer, she's likeable, and Maxon Schreave. I've never really liked him much. He's always so stiff and acts so perfect it's almost annoying.

"Your late," Professor Sylvia says. She's head of Ravenclaw house and is one of the strictest people in the planet.

"Sorry," Aspen, Celeste, and I chorus back. She just scowls and continues with what she was saying before we came in. I space our during her lecture and just follow everyone out of the front room after she shoes us away. I catch up with Carter before he gets to far ahead. "What are we doing?" I ask.
He chuckles, "It's a wonder you're a prefect," he says, and I laugh, "we're just supposed to browse around the compartments and threaten anybody whose being an idiot."

I smile slyly, "so almost everyone," I say.

"Yup."

...

It's been about an hour and I've already handed out several detentions. Completely wiped out, I head back to my compartment. Marlee and Georgia have already changed into their robes, and are both fast asleep. So I quickly grab mine from my trunk and throw them on. I lay down on the empty seat and am trying to get a small nap in when Marlee's soft hands shake me awake.

"How was it?" She asks loudly.

I groan, "nothing special."

Marlee gives me her disappointed face.
"Fine," I say sitting up, "Celeste and Aspen are the Slytherin prefects. And they're dating."

Marlee's face fills with shock, "they're dating!?"

I nod.

"Oh America! I'm so sorry."

I shrug, "it's fine. I don't care about him anymore. Anyone who'd want to date her is just as jerk as she is."

Marlee smiles, "that's my girl."

I sigh again and Marlle and I are silent for a moment until she shouts again.
"Look Ames!" She says, "it's so beautiful!!" She leans her head over to the window, and I follow her gaze. My heart seems to float when I see the castle. I know I see it every year, but this year it seems to be calling my name. It glows in the last bits of the sun, and the sky is like a painting of pink, orange, and purple.

"Wow," I breath.

Marlee grins, "we're home America!"

"Yeah, home."

...

After taking the self-driving carriages up to the castle gates, Marlee, Georgia, and I hurry to the Gryffindor table to get a spot near the front. The great hall is already filled with people, and more just keep flooding through the door. "I can't wait for the sorting!" Marlee whispers in my ear exitedly. I nod, but really I just want to eat and hurry off the bed. I glare at the empty table infront of me for what seems like hours before someone bumps me in the back and knocks me out of my trance.

"Hey!" I complain, whirling around to see who it is.

"Sorry America!" It's Carter.

"Oh, that's fine." Carter squeezes in on Marlee's other side. She blushes and looks my way, abiding Carter's eyes.
Oh, I think, grinning. I'm about to make a comment on Marlee's red face when the doors of the great hall fly open with a bang. People start wisphering and pointing as the first years walk in. I feel sorry for a young lad who keeps tripping over his extra long robes, but I can't help but giggle a little bit. I glance at Georgia on my right, and she glares at me, so I immediately stop. When all the first years have stopped in front of the Professors table, our Headmaster, Professor Schreave brings out the old sorting hat, and places it on a stool in front of the first years.

Professor Schreave is a scary person. The moment I saw him for the first time I new that he was going to give me a hard time. Then, I get sorted into Gryffindor and the headmaster being a Slytherin AND a decendent of Slazar Slytherin...well, you get the idea. I've caused him a lot of trouble, and spend most my detentions (which is a lot) in his office.

"Let the sorting begin!" The headmasters voice echos throughout the great hall, and any quite conversation is now gone.

Everyone watches as the sorting hat shifts slightly on its stool. Suddenly a slit in the hat opens, and it begins to sing, "I know you have been very nervous to find where you belong. But never fear, for I am here, now listen to my song," I glance at Marlee, who has her eyes glued on the hat, and then at Georgia, who also thought to look my way. We make eye contact for a split second, and boy I wish I knew what she was thinking. She seemed lost, and almost...worried. "4 wizards wise had ventured far, each with their own dream, hoping they would work together, making quite the team. But Slytherin in particular was reaching for a goal, that some might say was wicked to prevent some to enroll. The other 3 had quite the shock when Slytherin turned bad, and though the team was now apart they'd reach the goal The had. A school was built upon a hill in a hidden place they say, the wizards hoped for others to come, and use their talent some day. To learn the magic that keeps them bind, and discover their place they hoped theyd find. So each founder had a speacil trait to determin where to place their kind. If you are placed in Gryffindor, than know that you are strong, Hufflepuff is for the kind and loyal and understand what's wrong, and Ravenclaw is for the smart, and those who find creative parts, Slytherin is for the cunning and those who work apart. Just remember what I have said, and don't ignore your heart."

The hat goes silent and still, laying on it's stool. The head master clears his throat and claps lightly for the hat. He then pulls out a list of name from his robes and begins to read, "Arr, Nessie!" A short girl with shoulder length curly golden hair scurries up the steps to the hat, and he places it on her head.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

The Hufflepuff table cheers as Professor Schreave reads the next name, "Clayton, Gary!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Cyne, Lillian!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Ermine, Zach!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

I wasn't paying attention very closely but I would cheer every once in a while when people like "Haller, Josie" or  "Kale, Lucan" got chosen for Gryffindor. Eventually "Visser, Cade" was chosen for Hufflepuff and Professor Schreave did his annual speech about the forbidden forest.
"Gosh I'm so hungry!" Marlee exlaims when roast beef, garlic salted potatoes and a bunch of other awesome foods magically appear on our table.

"I knob rie?" Carter says, stuffing his face full of asperigas. I scrunch up my nose at the sight of him, but can't help but laugh. Marlee giggles to and let's on a little blush. I raise my eye brow and she goes back to eating her full plate. I look over at Georgia, who still looks a bit bothered, but she grins and makes her hands in the shape of a heart. We both nod, as if we're on a secret mission, and I hope it's to make Marlee and Carter a thing. I sigh at the thought, because I know that Marlee and Carter are the perfect fit.
"America," Georgia whispers in my ear, "can we talk? After your prefect duty of course."

"Sure Georgia, what about?"

She shakes her head, "not now."
Before I can respond, Marlee scoots into me, making room for Carter to get out of his seat and knocking me on to the floor. "Oh! I'm so sorry America!" She waves her hands frantically and try's to help me up.

I just smile at her and we share a good laugh, "I'm good Marlee," I say getting up. "I'm good."

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