To say that Emery was upset would be an understatement.

Tears spilled down her pale cheeks and she let out a guilt-wrenching sob. Feeling accountable for her own doings, she remembered how sad her mother had been after Emery was found.

It was all her fault, all her doing.

Why couldn't she be more like Cecy?

Until now, Emery had always taken pride in who she was. Now however, she wished she was like Cecy.

She sat on the chair in the foyer, staring at the hat box in one hand, and the parchment in the other.

Emery didn't know what to do. She was supposed to go to Hogwarts, but now she just felt unwanted. 

The best thing to do would be to apologize.

So she did just that.

Her mother was surprised, yet slightly glad that Emery had apologized, and she had long forgiven Emery after Emery told her exactly what happened.

To her surprise, Mrs. Fowl had pulled Emery into a hug, and comforted Emery, who soon came back to her usual cheerful spirits.

When Mrs. Fowl and Mrs. Wood saw the hat they gasped. 

Never had they seen such an elegant hat.

Emery rolled her eyes.

Mrs. Fowl wrote Dumbledore about Emery's missing of the train, who immediately wrote back saying that she could arrive via the Floo network sometime in the evening, so Emery spent the rest of the day in the library, looking for clues as to what the strange symbols meant.

She searched and searched, and still could not make a head or tail out of the message. Somehow, she ended up reading.

Yes, reading. 

It was a book about Quidditch (the only other interesting subject to Emery) and had a list of all the past twenty-years' Quidditch world cups, which Emery found fascinating due to the moving pictures.

She was looking at the team pictures at the back of the book, when something caught her eye. Looking closer, she realized that one of the faces in the Greek team looked madly familiar...

A young man, who was smiling wildly at the camera looked back at her. He was well built and handsome with a mess of black hair on his head, and clear blue eyes. 

Emery's eyes.

With a gasp, Emery realized that she was looking at her father.

A thought crossed her mind.

Two thoughts crossed her mind.

What was he doing on the Quidditch team of 1944? 

Why was he in the Greek team of all teams? He certainly wasn't Greek.

Emery couldn't place a finger on these thoughts, and she suddenly found herself reminiscing all her childhood memories she spent with her father.

She let out a sigh and shut the book on his smiling, carefree face. Then, she trotted down the stairs, her stomach grumbling.

Her mind was occupied with thoughts of her father.

An hour later, her mother declared that it was time for her to leave for Hogwarts. So Emery waited impatiently in the living room, jumpy with the thought of going back to school.

She stood in front of the fireplace. Her luggage was sent first.

Before she could step into the fireplace, her mother pulled her into a hug, and reminded her to take her new hat and gloves. 

Emery downright refused.

Unfortunately, her aunt came to say goodbye, and aided her mother in getting Emery to wear the hat.

Eventually, after much bribing, coaxing and cooing, emery grudgingly agreed to wear the hat and gloves.

She sighed, and walked closer to the fireplace. Turning back, she gave one last smile to the two sisters behind her.

Then she threw the Floo powder in the fire, and stepped in the fireplace, letting the emerald flames engulf her and whisk her away.

Coughing and spluttering, Emery emerged from Professor McGonagall's fireplace. 

Emery looked around, then finally seeing Professor McGonagall after regaining her breath. 

"Hello, Minnie," she grinned mischievously.

"Miss Fowl," sighed McGonagall, already tired of Emery. "It's Professor to you."

Emery smirked. "Minnie sounds cuter," she said, then smiled. 

When Professor McGonagall didn't reply, or argue back, Emery knew something was wrong.

She looked at the older woman, only to see her staring at Emery.

"You're wearing a hat," said the Professor. "Whatever convinced you?"

Emery nodded sadly. "Mama and Aunt Del finally convinced me to wear it," she sighed miserably. "And gloves."

She showed the professor her white silk-covered long fingers.

Professor McGonagall nodded in approval.

"And what did they say to convince you?" asked McGonagall, thoroughly amused.

"They said that if I wear them every day until Christmas, they'll take me to Muggle London and let me spend the whole day there doing whatever I want."

McGonagall hummed. 

"Very well, Miss Fowl. It would do you good. We are getting late, and the feast must have already begun," she said. 

And Emery followed her out of the office and into the great hall.

What Emery didn't expect was every single head to turn her way when she walked through the large double doors of the Hogwarts Great Hall.

She looked around, her eyes scanning the crowd for Cecy. 

For some reason, everyone was staring at her, and she had no idea why. 

A boy from Gryffindor table stood up, and Emery found herself staring at him. His silver eyes stared deep into her blue ones.

Then, it was over. 

The boy sat down. Emery couldn't see him anymore.

Emery located Cecy sitting on the Ravenclaw table, gaping at Emery.

Emery walked over to the Ravenclaw table.

The stares followed her.

Whispers were heard ringing through the silent hall. Emery caught her name being said one or twice.

Then it hit her.

She had arrived in her white frilly blouse and long turquoise skirt instead of her robes. 

A/N: Alrighty!

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