Worlds collide the day Enola Scamander receives her Hogwarts letter.
A witch, a detective, a finder of lost souls; Enola embarks upon a journey of mischief, friendship, and boundless adventure, though forever confined to the shadows of her older br...
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THE SORTING HAT
Hogwarts castle was described to me in great detail by my brothers. None of their stories did it justice.
The giant castle loomed above Hogsmeade station, an ornamental backdrop to an expansive forest and glistening black lake. A medieval exterior brushed the starry sky and large turrets stood unyielding to the burdens of time.
I gazed transfixed at the magical scene before me, a jittery excitement alighting my being. I forgot where I stood, for but a moment, where the ancient castle transcended the limits of my imagination.
Reality soon hit—in the form of a girl—who knocked into me from behind, causing me to tumble forward. She muttered a quick apology before rushing onwards, leaving me frowning after her. I decided to step off of the train, then, seeking solace away from the bustling platform.
I loathed crowds.
Older students shuffled around, uniting with their friends and procuring carriages that lined the station platform. I stood by myself, attempting to figure out just where I was supposed to go.
"First years to the boats!" A voice boomed over the platform. "First years this way!"
My eyes traced the figure of a woman, big boned and stern, who beckoned us with a wave of her hand. First years all shuffled over to her, peering around anxiously as we were isolated from the older students.
I hung towards the back of the group, following the chittering crowd with an unamused grimace plastered upon my face. I was never good at hiding my disdain.
I felt a presence move beside me and I caught Riddle's glittering orbs from the corner of my eye. I quickly looked away, his burning stare unnerving when maintained for too long.
"Load up, you lot. Four to a boat."
As the crowd thinned, my eyes locked with ripples of churning water, twelve wooden boats bobbing from the midst of the Black Lake. Riddle and I were among the last to board, joined by a boy and girl I had never before met.
"Don't fall in now! The giant squid is hungry bout this time," the woman—who must have been a professor of some sort—told us before getting into a boat herself.
With muttered words the rafts began to churn slowly through the water. And so we approached Hogwarts castle, though it still stood formidable in the distance.
With nothing better to look at—for the moment—my attention was drawn upon my boat mates. The girl attempted to make pleasantries.
"I'm Imelda Reyes. Who are you then?"
I did not think that attending Hogwarts would mean I was to be put under this much scrutiny.
"Enola Scamander," I said shortly, examining the swinging lantern that headed the boat.
