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Clara looked around in amazement. The candles flickered in mid air, hanging over hundreds of kid's heads.

"How are the candles not melting?!" Newt asked, glancing around.

"Magic, obviously." Clara said, as the group stopped in front of a stool and a hat.

"I knew it'd be a hat!" Emma whispered to he group. Jasper rolled his eyes grinning.

"Geo, Emma!" Emma raced up to the chair and sat down. The hat was placed onto her head, and it thought for a second.

"Ravenclaw!" It shouted. Emma raced off to the Ravenclaw table. They called a few more kids.

"Allen, Jasper!"

"Slytherin!"

Newt shook his head.

"Scamander, Newt!" Newt went up to the stool.

"Hmm.... An interesting future you have. And friendship, honesty. Hardworking and loyal." It said in Newt's head.

"Hufflepuff!" It announced to the school. The Hufflepuff's cheered. Newt jumped up and ran to the table.

"Angell, Clara!" Clara walked over to the stool and sat.

"Your a heard worker. And loyal, very loyal. You work hard, and for what you want." It said into her head.

"Hufflepuff!" Clara ran over and sat next to Newt.

"I knew you'd be here with me." He said grinning. She grinned back.

"Which is good." Clara added. After a few announcements, the food appeared.

"I think I'm going to like this school, unlike all the boring muggle schools." Clara said grinning, as she grabbed a turkey leg. A Hufflepuff prefect glanced at Clara and Newt. The Hogwarts ghosts flew into the school, Nearly Headless Nick going to the Gryffindors.

"Hello! Welcome to Gryffindor!" He said happily.

"Hello, Nick." The prefect said.

"Hello John." Nick said before turning to Clara and Newt.

"You must be new students! I'm Nearly Headless Nick, but I prefer Nick." The ghost said.

"Clara Angell." Clara said, smiling at Nick.

"Newt Scamander." Newt said, trying to take in as much as he could. Clara laughed a bit.

"I hope you like Hogwarts, we do try our best to make it home." Nick said.

"It's prefect here." Clara said nodding.

After the meal, Hufflepuff house was taken to their dorm. The room was large, and the wallpaper was a soft yellow tone. Pots sat around, green plants in them. Hufflepuff banners hung around the room. A fire place was lit with couches nearby.

"Boys to the left, Girls, same to your right." The prefect said.

"See you tomorrow." Newt said to Clara.

"Yeah, see you then." Clara said.

"Bye Clara." He said, waving.

"See you Newt." She said, waving back. Clara turned and went up the stairs. She plopped down onto her bed.

"Hello Clara." One girl who slept next to her said.

"Hello! Who are you?" Clara asked.

"I'm Sophie." Sophie said.

"Hey, what happened to your face?" Another girl asked as she entered.

"Maggie! You can't ask people what happened to them!" Sophie said, scolding Maggie. Maggie shrugged and sat on her bed. Clara sighed and leaned back onto her bed. Closing her eyes, she fell into a restless sleep.

Grabbing a bag of Twizzlers, Clara pulled on her robes and raced to Transfiguration. She slid into a seat next to Newt, just as class started.

"Ah, almost late Miss Angell?" Professor Dumbeldore asked, a small smile on his face.

"Yes professor, sorry." She said, pulling her wand out and putting it on the desk. Clara then pulled out a Twizzler and took a bite out of it.

"Hey." Newt said, glancing at Clara.

"Hey Newt. Want one?" She asked, handing him a Twizzler.

"Sure." He said, taking it. Professor Dumbeldore began teaching them the spell Wingardium Leviosa. He put a feather on each student's desk.

Clara picked up her wand and pointed it at the feather.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" She said, most of the other students did the same, some at a different time. Clara's feather rolled over.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" She and Newt said, her feather flew up, Newt's hovered a few inches before falling back to the desk.

"How did you get it to float?" Newt asked.

"You have to do the Swish and Flick motion Professor Dumbeldore taught you." She then started to show him how. Eventually by the end of the class, Newt and a few other students had their feathers up in the air.

Clara had Flying Lessons next. She and Newt went out to the Hogwarts grounds. Professor Boyle entered the grounds, in a long black cape. He had short black hair, and bright blue eyes.

"Everyone, step onto the right side of your broom." He said. Everyone did so.

"Stick your right hand out and say up!" He shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear. A chorus of Ups rang out, a few brooms flew to their owner's hand.

"Up!" Clara said, her broom rolled over a bit. Newt tried his broom, but it barley even moved.

"Up!" Clara shouted. The broom flew to her hand, and Clara flinched at the speed.

"Up!" Newt shouted, his broom stayed still. Eventually, everyone had their brooms up.

"Now mount your brooms, and on the count of three, lift off!"

He blew three times on the whistle, and the students flew off. Newt had some difficulties with his broom, it kept spinning him around. Clara controlled her broom with ease. She made quick and agile movements, and moved through the air quickly. Once they were called back down to the grounds, Clara dismounted her broom.

"You should try out for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team!" Newt told her after the class.

"You think so? I'm not that good at flying." She said.

"You were really good!" Newt said.

"I guess I'll try out. It was pretty fun." She said, warming up to the idea.

"What class do we have next?" Newt asked.

"Dunno. Didn't look." Clara said. Newt pulled out his schedule. Jasper walked to the two.

"We have potions next!" Newt said.

"Is their a class where you two aren't together?" Jasper asked.

"Apparently not." Clara responded.

"Yeah, that way we can be best friends!" Newt said, grinning.

"Your already are my best friend." Clara said, grinning back at him. Jasper rolled his eyes.

"Well, Me and Emma have potions as well, we all should get a table, I heard you sit four people at one table." Jasper told them.

"Sounds like a plan." Clara said, nodding. She was happy that she already made friends, yet the full moon was weeks away....

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