This is my first story on fanfiction and I hope you all enjoy it. I am not a major in English, so there are mistakes, actually I'm still in High school... anyway enjoy. Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter! I recently changed this chapter around a bit to make it better (I wrote this a while ago not knowing where it'd go…) SO, here we go!
It was a cold winter day in Salem, MA. Three students of a very unusual school stood huddled in a small group.
"Are you sure nobody will get hurt?" Amy asked for the umpteenth time.
"Oh, come on sis, what's the worst thing that could happen- a few singed eye brows, but that's nothing," her younger brother, Evan, responded.
If you cut Amy's long black curls you wouldn't be able to tell her and Evan apart, both black haired with blue, sapphire colored eyes. Amy is only a year older than her only sibling, and incredibly close. The two are from a wizard family, their mother a muggle while their father is a wizard. They are alike in their sense of humor. But Amy is more tactful, sympathetic, and a bit hippy-like (AN:/it is the 1970s), while Evan is more outgoing and temper mental.
"Come on, Amy, don't be a chicken, you came up with most of the prank anyway," Robert said to his best friend. He is taller than the Carter siblings, being a head taller than Ams, that sweet girl. Robert is the youngest of his family; his sister already graduated school several years before. He has light brown hair and brown eyes, and a dimpled chin Amy claimed was adorable (thought Evan teased him, calling it a butt chin). He and Amy are in the same year and were pretty good friends from the start, the two having dated the year before, but his sibling like bond caused it to flop. He is a pureblood and incredibly outgoing, with a love of football, the American variety, and Quidditch, being a chaser for Salem's team.
"M-kay," she said, giving in. They heard the clicking of high-heeled shoes as the principal, Mrs. Cameron came up, ready to trip a wire and set off a series of events, ending in her downfall. A sound like a snap of a bowstring sounded through the halls. She fell down and a flame-thrower set off, fortunately no one was in its path, and caught another string up high on fire, releasing a bucket of a combo of maple syrup, oatmeal, ranch dressing, and orange juice, all Evan's combination, and soaking the principle. The three, with a few bystanders, began laughing.
"YOU THREE!" Mrs. Cameron shouted, pointing to the door of her office. Robert marveled how like muggle schools were to "the great, legendary Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." White walls, tiled floor, and plain oak doors decorated the school, known for being under the bay. The three sat on rolling seats in front of the principle's desk.
"You three have gone too far, and I'm afraid I'll have to expel you," Mrs. Cameron said sadly. Her words registered in the three teens at the same time. This shocked the three, never before in the history of Salem has there been any students to be expelled.
"But this is the only school in America for witches," Amy said, after composing herself, America was still a bit backwards in woman's rights, there were only two whole schools in the Nation that allowed woman, and Salem was the only one that was co-ed.
"I know, I will send applications out to various schools, in hopes you will get accepted," Mrs. Cameron said, an odd combo of anger and sympathy entering her once cold voice.
"Why go to all of the trouble, why not let us stay?" Robert asked hopefully.
"We, here at the great, legendary Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, are obviously unable to keep you three in check," the principle replied. She handed each teen a book, Journey To Magical Schools: World Addition by Gregory Kimble.
"Hope we don't get sent to the school in Iraq, we'd be demolished," Amy joked.
"The one in France looks cool, Baxubeaunees," Evan said, purposely mispronouncing the name. Amy giggled.
"The one in England would be best, at least we wouldn't have to learn a new language," Amy reasoned, Hogwarts was also co-ed as well, meaning they could stick together, as long as they owled back the okay.
"My sister is a secretary to Regina Miry, the American ambassador to the Ministry of Magic, we could stay with her on holidays," Robert offered.
"Yeah, and Headmaster Dumbledore is supposed to be the best wizard in, like, the world," Amy added, growing excited at the idea of learning abroad.
Evan began climbing the tree in courtyard bubble; he had monkey-like climbing abilities, using them frequently to avoid trouble, as he was performing silly flips and climbing as high as he would dare, the tell tale clicking of high heels soon reached them.
"Mrs. Cameron ahoy," Evan shouted from the top of the tree. Sure enough, the middle aged witch appeared before them in a matter of seconds.
"Beaxuban, Durmstrang, Ultimate Kiwi's School of Magic, and Hogwarts all are willing to accept you, the fact one of the schools is willing to allow you to go is surprising to me," she added coldly.
"Chill out, Mrs. C, prankage shouldn't get your panties in a bunch," Evan said lazily, he swore, this woman must be going through menopause or something, cranky and bipolar.
"Yeah, it's called counter-culture, and it's all the rage with muggles our age," Amy added, defending her friends to the best of her ability.
"Yes, well, I expected more from mature wizards," she said coldly, spinning around and stomping away, heels clicking even in the grass.
"So it's agreed, the infamous Terrible Threesome will mix up some trouble at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Robert asked putting his hand in the center of the three.
"HELL YEAH," Evan yelled, putting in his hand. Amy followed suit.