It's a Muggle Thing

Chapter One

 Disclaimer: All Rights go to J.K. Rowling
I do not own any characters, except my own.

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"Starkiller and Stanley, please come to the Headmaster's office!" the loudspeakers blared. A chorus of "ooooooh"s arose in the classroom. The two fifth year witches were secretly thrilled to be called out of History of Magic, taught by Professor Kallungi.

"That was lucky!" Stanley told her friend.

"Yeah," Starkiller agreed. "If I sat there any longer, I would have used an Unforgivable on myself."

They arrived at the Headmaster's Office after goofing in the girls' lavatory for ten minutes.

"Milk Duds," Starkiller and Stanley said at the same time. The door swung open.

"Sit down," Professor Sutton commanded. The two witches sat down instantly. "Do you know why you're here?"

"I have no idea, Professor-" Stanley said, but Starkiller interrupted her.

"We didn't do it!" she interrupted.

"You're not in trouble," Professor Sutton reassured. The fifth years sighed audibly in relief. The headmaster chuckled. “The reason you were called is because you were chosen to be exchange students.” The students were ecstatic.

“What school are we going to?” Stanley asked.

“You will be going to England’s Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry-” The two students had an instant fan girl moment. They both loved the books written by a British Muggle author about Hogwarts, called “Harry Potter”.  “-You will be traded for two students called-” the Professor had to pull up the original email from the Hogwarts headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. “Their names are Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.”

“Poor bastards,” Starkiller whispered to her friend. “They get Crabbe and Goyle!” Stanley snickered at their classmates’ bad fortune.

“Is there something funny about that, Miss Starkiller and Miss Stanley?” the professor asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“No sir,” they said. With that, they left the office,  wondering what awaited them at Hogwarts.

The two witches went to Hogwarts through the Floo network, escorted by Professor Hazard, their favorite professor at Poynette School of Magic and Junk.

"Wait, where are we going to stay during the summer before we go to school?" Stanley asked the professor as she and her friend glanced at Diagon Alley, where they had come out on accident.

"You two will have a host family," Professor Hazard said. "We'll meet them at Florean , Ice Cream Parlour, wherever that is."

Starkiller looked at him. "What do you mean, 'wherever that is'? You're supposed to be our escort!"

"There's a spell for that," the professor said nonchalantly. He muttered a few inaudible words, and a stream of gold sparks flew out of his wand. "Follow me! By the way, did I ever tell you that joke-"

"YES!" they replied in sync, and it was true. They had heard it a million times.

After numerous tries of trying to find Florean's the two witches had given up on their professor.

"Professor, how about you go check out the music? I'm sure there's a significant difference between ours and theirs," Starkiller reasoned.

The sound of "Cauldron Full Of Hot Strong Love" by The Weird Sisters caught his ear. "Strange... Yes, I'll go check that out..." They were officially left to their own devices. Suddenly, they saw a huge cluster of red heads outside of a shop across the street, and knew it couldn't be a coincidence.

They looked at each other, "No way!"

"Yo gingers!" Stanley yelled. Starkiller nudged her pointing to the nine pairs of eyes. They ran up to their host family.

"Oi! That's 'Mr. Ginger' to you, missy," one of the twin boys said. "But my friends call me Gingy sometimes."

"S'not my fault Stanley has no manners," Starkiller said she stuck out her hand. "Starkiller, pleased to make your acquaintance," she introduced herself.

"Don't be absurd," Stanley said in a posh accent. "I have manners! It just depends on the day."

The twins grinned, "We'll introduce you to the circus. That's Mum and Dad, obviously, and behind Mum is Ginny, I'm Forge, he's Gred, over there ogling you is Ronniekins, and his friends Harry and Hermione." Ron turned a bright shade of red to match his hair.

"Am not!" he argued. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Are too," Harry said. "You're not fooling anybody."

"Is 'Stanley' a girl name in your culture?" Mr. Weasley asked Stanley.

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley scolded him.

"What?" he asked. "I'm trying to be educational for the sake of our children!"

"Don't worry," Stanley assured. "It's my nickname."

"What's your real name then?" Hermione asked.

"Stanley," she replied nonchalantly.

"Oh." Hermione said. "I'm still confused, but 'oh.'"

"Don't you have any trunks?" Harry asked.

"We used the Shrinky-spell thing," Starkiller said.

"It's called-" Hermione started, but Ron nudged her.

"We don't want you to frighten them off!" he said. "This might be my only chance to get cool siblings!" She huffed.

"Oi!" three voices said at once.

"Well, it's true," Ron said.

"Let's get back to the Burrow before they regret even coming here," Mrs. Weasley scolded all of her children.

"Fine..."

Starkiller and Stanley looked at each other as the followed Fred and George to the fireplace, "This is going to be a great year."