I screamed, banging down my mug of coffee on the kitchen counter top.
"Daddy moved jobs, honey." My mother repeated my fathers words, with a surprised look on her face. "We thought you'd be pleased!" Her idiotically innocent face looked sweetly concerned. "The new one at the Ministry in England will have much better pay!" She smiled brightly, looking at my father for support.
Okay, so maybe I should have bucked up my own ideas and zipped it. After all, they both looked really excited. But I am Cassandra Madison Hearthelm, and this all-american girl was not about to say goodbye to freedom so easily. I'm not an only child, but seeing as there's a ten-year age gap between me and my twin brothers, for the first decade of my life I was pretty spoilt. I'm determined and bold, not to mention a little self-centred and vain. We're all flawed, but I accept my flaws and do what I do best.
I throw a tantrum.
"Why?!" I screamed, "You love it teaching at Illvermorny!" True. "You're everyone's favourite teacher!" Half-true. "I don't wanna leeeeeave!" I sobbed.
However, to my utter astonishment, my parents did not give in. After a week of moaning, whining, bullying and sulking at my parents, I began to realise the truth. I was going to England.
"Where am I even going to go to school?" I whined, sitting on my Dad's desk in his office at school, skipping class. Again. Oops.
"Haven't you ever heard of Hogwarts?" He said incredulously.
"What the fuck is a Hogwarts?!" I scoffed, causing my Dad to raise an eyebrow.
"Language, Cassie!"
"Sorry, Daddy. But seriously, what even is that?"
"It's the British Equivalent of Illvermorny. Boarding all year 'round. You'll be the first American transfer in well, ever!" He smiled at me, like that was a good thing.
"As if it was bad enough being the only American, I'll be the first. Great. Perfect way to stick out like a sore thumb." I complained.
"I doubt that will do as much as your hair." He fired back, pointing to my dyed tresses, which I had enchanted to look as though fire was rippling down at all times. "They have much more strict rules there." He grinned.
"As if I'm changing this for some uptight old British hag." I said, and flounced out the room, hair and all.
