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The weather was dark and cold - which was unexpected since it was the first day of school. Everybody thought that the sunny weather would stay for the rest of the day, however it seems like the sky had proved them wrong.

A small line of children were waiting by a large set of doors outside, chattering while keeping the volume of their voice to a whisper and playing with their fingers to relieve some nervousness.

They were already wearing their respective uniforms of the prestigious Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Though, they still haven't been sorted in their respective houses.

The robes were colored cranberry red with blue trimmings on the edges of the robes. They were fastened with a Gordian Knot pin. Underneath the robes, the students wore a white polo-shirt with a red necktie and a dark blue blazer.

While male student wore dark blue slacks, female students wore dark blue skirts that went down to their knees with black knee-length socks and black school shoes.

Among these line of children stood a lone eleven year old girl, who was frowning and playing with her small fingers as she awaited for a professor to come and tell them that they are ready for the sorting.

"Hey," A boy called out to the nervous girl, causing her to raise her head and bring her attention to him. "Are you nervous?"

"Well, I think most of us are." She said with a small smile as she scanned the rest of her school mates. "I haven't been in a magic school or have done magic before so I think I'm more nervous than everyone else."

"Oh, are your parents no-maj?" He asked, causing the girl to tilt her head to the side in confusion.

"No-maj?"

"Ah, they're people who don't have any magic in them." He replied, smiling at the girl before leaning on a wall that was right next to them. "My mom is a no-maj but my father is a wizard. He attended Ilvermorny too when he was younger."

"That's great." The girl said before going back on nervously playing with her fingers as she began to look on the stone floors of the large school. "My parents aren't no-maj. It's just that I don't know much about magic, especially since no one taught me how to do it before."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" At this point, it was the boy's turn to be confused.

"Ah, I'm sorry if it sounds too confusing." The girl apologized with a small laugh. "Um, I grew up here in America for the most part but I was born in England. I don't know much about my parents but my brother always used to tell me stories about how they were a wonderful witch and a wizard."

"So, you live with your brother right now? Is he also a wizard?" The boy asked, making the girl nod in response as a saddened expression made its way into her face.

"I used to live with my siblings but... they're not here anymore." She mumbled sadly. Recollection of memories flashed through her mind and tears almost threatened to spill out of her eyes.

The boy, who noticed how her expression changed in a second, decided to no longer pry into her life. "Hey, my name is Timothy Leaver. Call me Tim." He introduced himself and extended his hand out for the girl to shake. "What's your name?"

"Ah, I'm sorry... I didn't even introduce myself..." She apologized briefly and shook the boy's hand, looking back up at him with a weak smile. "My name is..."

As the girl introduced herself, the boy's eyes twinkled and grinned. "That's a nice name!" He said.

"You have a nice name too, Tim." She said with a small giggle. It was at this moment that a teacher finally walked up to the students and told them to follow her, the chatterings of the first year students halting.