*~ Sam Prewett has been haunted with visions of the future ever since she could walk. Even Sam knew that in a world full of mythical creatures, wizards, and magic that she was a freak. Determined to have a normal life, she sets out for Hogwarts, whe...
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⭑ ~🟎☾⭑I solemnly swear I am up to no good ⭑☽🟎~ ⭑
Nothing about Sam Prewett's life will ever be seen as normal, much to her dismay. Wearing a bright orange sweater and some trousers, she carefully packs up her Falmouth Falcons poster on top of her trunk, which was already packed to the brim with clothes, textbooks, and of course her favorite stuffed fox, Freddy. Looking around her room, Sam checks in between drawers, on her windowsill, and even underneath her bed to make sure she's not leaving anything important behind.
In a few hours, along with her brothers, Sam is leaving to go attend a boarding school up in Scotland; but it's not just any ordinary boarding school. Since the age of 5, Sam has always known one fact of herself; Samantha Prewett is a witch.
Finally of age to attend Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, Sam excitedly closes her trunk, closing the latches with a bit of a struggle. Lugging it off her bed, she heaves it across the room, only pausing to look at her most prized possession; an old, tattered broom that has a crooked handle and dust around the thistles.
Like most magical items, all is not what it seems as Sam wistfully holds her quidditch broom in her hand. All first years are banned from the wondrous game of Quidditch and therefore, have no use for a broom. Setting the broom back down against the wall, Sam opens her door to leave her room and join her sister, Molly, who is waiting on the sofa, checking her watch every 20 seconds.
"Oh Sammy, Thank Merlin," Molly exclaims. "You three are going to be late to the train if the boys don't hurry up!"
"Molls, it'll be just fine. Fabian and Gideon have done this before, I think they'll be out soon." Sam reassures Molly, but after hearing a loud bang come from down the hall, she falters ever so slightly.
Molly hurries over to the boys' room, located across the way from Sam's, banging on the wall. With Sam following close behind, she hears the boys raucous laughter as Molly yells from outside the door.
"Boys, don't make me come in there!" She yells, and with a humph, she barges through the door only to find what can only be described as total destruction on the other side.
Sam looks through the doorway, as a mishap of clothes and items are spread across the floor, their trunks on their bunkbed completely empty. Molly quickly snatches up the fanged frisbee from Gideon's grasp, looking furious.
"Trunks' empty, clothes scattered," Molly mutters, as the twins' faces turn as red as their hair.
"You two are going to make your sister late for her first Hogwarts train, and since Mum and Dad have gone to work it is my responsibility to make sure you don't miss it. We will leave in ten minutes, packed trunks or not." She exclaims before trudging past Sam back out to the living room, frisbee still in hand.
