Rebecca Warren and The Third Wizarding War

Chapter 11: Morgan and Andrew

Rebecca found a seat with her house. There were a mix of reactions from her housemates as she made her way to sit with them. Some were surprised, some showed signs of discomfort, and some were completely oblivious to who she was. However, one girl with light red hair was whispering excitedly to a boy who looked Native American while looking at Rebecca. The boy was also looking, like he was thinking hard about something, or rather about Rebecca.

Fortunately, Rebecca’s seat started on a new row, which put her at a good distance from Lucy. The rest of the sorting wrapped up quickly and now a ringing noise echoed from the staff seats and the headmaster had stood up. His face was now in view. It was wrinkly, in fact, it looked as though someone crumbled up aluminum foil and did a poor job of smoothing it back out. His beard was snowy white and it went down even further than Rebecca initially thought. She was sure it went to his feet.

"May I have your attention please?" He said in a loud but slow and calming voice. "For our newcomers, whether it be our first years or a few students from across the pond who transferred here, my name is Professor Agilbert Fontaine and I am your headmaster. Welcome to Ilvermorny. And for those familiar faces, welcome back."

"Now, speaking of our new members to American society, as you all may know, a war has broken out in Britain and in these difficult times, I want to extend my hand to those who are being affected. In fact, our entire staff is more than happy to help you with any trouble and will provide comfort in these dark times. Likewise, I expect students to help one another and to greet our newcomers with open arms."

"At least he's on our side." Rebecca thought to herself. "Either that or he has to say things like that."

"Now, onto a couple of things that needs to be noted before classes start." Professor Fontaine said. "As you may know, our staff of pukwudgies are very keen to maintain a nice set up for the school grounds and they have requested I ask you all to treat the grounds as well as the castle with respect. Also, MACUSA have requested that should students see any form of suspicious activity, that it should be reported immediately to a professor."

Professor Fontaine dragged on with other school announcements; mostly related to the sports, which Rebecca did not pay attention to. Instead, she was in deep thought. Back home, students were asleep at Hogwarts. She wondered how things were there. Professor McGonagall was the headmistress last year, but with Mathias in charge of the Ministry, who knew who was leading them at school.

"Hey." Rebecca felt a quick shake on her shoulder. She was snapped out of her thoughts and she seen people all around the chamber moving. She looked up at the person who touched her. It was the redhaired girl. "Feast is starting. I'm sure you're hungry because I'm starving." she also had the Native American boy beside her. The girl held out her hand to help Rebecca to her feet. Rebecca thought it was a joke- the start of a new bully. Rebecca stood up on her own.

"Guess that's one way to say hi." The girl said.

"Cut her some slack, Morgan." The boy said. "She must of been thinking about something terrible."

Rebecca asked, "How'd you figure that?"

"Andrew can read minds." Morgan said.

"Not exactly." Said Andrew. "I just have a knack for reading facial expressions. Who needs legillimency?"

"Well..." Rebecca started, but then Lucy came over.

"Trying to pick a fight with my friend here?" She probed. Andrew looked puzzled. Morgan lost whatever energy that was buzzing around her.

"Look, just because we're from a different place, or because of who our parents are, that doesn't mean you have a right to attack us." Lucy said.

"Who are your parents?" Morgan asked.