Werewolves, Vampires, and Witches

Skipper

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Skipper

This week sucks. Why you ask? Well, let me tell you... that's definitely a story.

It all started when I was coming home from the grocery store on Monday night. Summer holiday was almost over, and I'd have to go back to school soon. As usual, I was riding my skateboard, listening to my music, and minding my own business. I turned down an alley that I knew would take me straight to Mum and Dad's apartment on Weigh Street. We live in the city of London, see, and I'm always finding new ways to get home faster. Anyways, I was rolling down the alley, when out of nowhere, two boys, about fifteen and around my age, appeared in front of me. I swear, they practically materialized out of thin air!

Of course, this made me jump, and my skateboard flew out from under me. I landed on my butt in a puddle.

Great, I thought, What are those stupid boys trying to accomplish anyways?

"Gits," I mumbled under my breath, and then a little louder," Watch where you're going!"

"Ooh... Feisty Muggle, aren't you?" The one closest to me said. I couldn't make out his face because the light from the street didn't reach where he was standing. I had no idea what a Muggle was, nor did I care to find out. Those dudes were creepy.

The second one spoke up, a little hesitantly," Marco, I don't think this is such a good idea. They'll find out and-"

"They won't find out, James!" Marco was his name, huh? He seemed like the leader of the pair. I felt bad for the James guy. He obviously wasn't the one who decided to come here.

"Uhh... Excuse me?" I asked to get their attention. They turned their heads towards me.

"What?!" Marco yelled sourly.

"Um, yeah. I don't know what you're talking about so if you creeps don't mind, I'm leaving."

"NO!" Standing up, I was instantly thrown to the ground. The thing was, neither Marco nor James had moved, except for Marco, who was pointing a thin stick of wood at me.

James pulls out a different stick looking thing and points it at Marco. What were they doing? Acting like magicians? Children. I snort and try to stand up again. This time, instead of being pushed towards the ground, I fly into the air... upside down...

Shrieking, I kick and flail, trying to do something, anything, to help my situation. This seemed more and more like magic, and l was freaking out because magic didn't exist.

"Put me DOWN!!" I cried. Marco just laughs. Upside down, I could see his twisted, creepy smile. What was he going to do to me?

"Put her down Marco. You're going to get expelled," James glared at Marco, his wooden stick thing still pointed at the other boy.

By this point, I was furious. These boys totally ruined my night, and they were using magic on me! I thought I was going crazy. Struggling some more, my anger bubbled over.

"PUT ME DOWN!!!" I screamed and threw my arms out in front of me, needing somewhere to channel my anger. Purple light flashed out of my finger tips and jumped at Marco. His eyes widened before it hit him and he was thrown backwards, causing whatever spell I was under to be broken.

I fell to the ground, stunned by what had happened. James gapped at me from the other side of the alley. He stepped closer, and I could clearly see his features. Wild black hair, green eyes, and a wicked smile that I was sure got him into loads of trouble.

"You...you're a witch," he whispered, more to himself than to me.

So that's how I got here, Hogwarts, the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm sitting in the headmistress's office with James Potter, going over rules and general tips with magic, while James is getting his butt chewed by McGonagall. Marco was expelled for using magic underage. I'm still flabbergasted by the situation, but I'll admit that this is super exciting. I'm a witch! A muggle born to be exact. That means that I was born to humans but I'm magic, and McGonagall explained to me that I must've been missed when they handed out letters. I'd already gotten my wand. I can't remember exactly what it is, but I do know that the core is made out of dragon heartstrings.

"Renee, are you listening?" the headmistress askes. Renee is my real name. Renee Moondancer. I hate it. That's why I go by Skipper.

"Could you call me Skipper please?"

"Of course, but we need to get you Sorted. The other children here your age have already been Sorted and practicing magic for four years. This is their fifth, so you're going to have to learn fast." She sighs and mutters a spell that sorts through a pile of papers on her thick wooden desk.

"You can quickly be sorted with the first years, and James here," she glares at him, "can show you to whatever House you are placed in."

James had briefed me on the whole ordeal with the Houses. Apparently, four people, two wizards and two witches, couldn't agree on what kind of children should've been taught here. So, they compromised and made the houses to split young witches and wizards up. There was Gryffindor for the courageous and outgoing, Ravenclaw for the intelligent and witty, Hufflepuff for the loyal and kind, and Slytherin for the mischievous and cunning. He'd explained that Slytherin wasn't a house I wanted to be in because the kind of people that were chosen for that particular house weren't the most pleasant. To be honest, I wasn't sure which house I wanted in to. They all sounded okay, well, all except Slytherin. I had my robe and school uniform on, excluding my House colors and patch.

We head towards the large banquet where dinner was held, and my name is quickly called. James wanders over to an oversized table and slips in with the people that sit there. They call me Renee, though, and that makes me mad. I fume while I walk up to the stool, ignoring all the curious eyes on me. The sorting hat is placed on my head.

Ahhh... Renee Moondancer! I've been waiting for you a while.

Huh? What does that mean?

Well, I've known you were a witch for a while. I know everything... If hats could wink I'm sure it would have.

That's not weird at all.

Yeah, yeah, let's get down to business.

The hat stops talking, and it seems like he's thinking. Or maybe he's assessing my personality.

I see, it says, Very creative with a sense of humor. You have strong opinions, and your words can persuade anybody. You will protect what you love at all cost, even if it means your life. Interesting, very interesting indeed.

Yep that sounds like me. Can you choose already?

Be patient, child. It's not a hard decision. You're an easy one.

Well? I ask it.

"GRYFFINDOR!!!" I jump a little as the hat shouts its answer out loud. I had grown accustomed to the silent conversations in my head.

I glance over at James to see his reaction. He has a small smile on his face, and I notice his house emblem on his robe. It's a lion with the colors gold and red. Of course, I could've just looked at the flag that hangs over the table he's sitting at, but I didn't think of that. Anyways, I instantly recognize it as Gryffindor. He's in the same house that I'm in. Great.

McGonagall hands me my red and gold tie and my patch stiches itself onto my robe. Cool.

She smiles,"Welcome to Hogwarts, Skipper."