The Transfer Students (an HP fanfic)

Chapter 1

                                                               The Transfer Students

                                                                        Chapter One

Third Person’s P.O.V.

  "This school is the lamest excuse for a magic academy ever,” the curly-hair girl stated with distaste. “Why did you convince me to go here?”

“Or, you could say that it was an honor to be accepted to attend this school?”  Gwendolyn, a petite girl, replied, whilst walking briskly a bit behind her.

"Oh, yes Gwenny dear," Amina said, raising her hands in a mocking matter.  "What an honor to have been accepted into the Salem Academy for Young Witches and Wizards!  Such an amazing, musty, cold place to be."  Amina placed her palms over her heart as if to affirm her statement.

Gwen glared at her, “Don’t ever call me that again.  It’s Gwen.  G-W-E-N.  Gwen.”  She emphasized pointedly, raising her finger to point at herself.

“This school is a dump, why can’t we go to a school like... like that one!” Anima shouted enthusiastically.  Her tanned hand was gesturing towards a colorful poster that was currently attached haphazardly to the stone wall showing what seems to be a medieval-style castle positioned on a ragged cliff overlooking a deep, sparkling lake.   There was also what appeared to be a message, written in colorful block script stamped across the bottom half of the poster, along with a folder full of papers.  “I mean look at this, and then look at that... which one is better?”

“Okay, well if you were to compare it like that, you can obviously tell which is better.  But come on, how could you go to a place like that? Hogwarts or whatever the name is.  It’s not even in the same country as us!”  Gwen replied, her features looking quite put out at the way that Anima was acting on this matter.

“I mean even the names are cooler.  Look at this!  Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin!  Compare that to the name that our grade was given.  We are the LemonHeads for Pete’s sake!  Why not just call us the 11th Graders!” Anima hotly stated, ignoring her sister, her arms held over her head, hands waving wildly.

“What about Hufflepuff?”  Her smaller twin tried to interject. 

“Ehh... even LemonHeads is a cooler name than that...” Amina trailed off.  Gwen couldn’t help but to nod in agreement to that statement. “Those poor Hufflepuffs,” Amina stated sadly in response.

“But, I would even be glad to be called a Hufflepuff, if I went to a school like that.  Compared to that, our school is trash. I mean there school is a castle... a freaking castle, and what is our school? A cottage, a cottage that looks like it was destroyed by a house fire.”

“It’s supposed to look that way Ami, don’t you remember?  There’s a charm placed on the whole school, the ones that prevent muggles from getting in, like our mother,” Gwen corrected, looking up at her sister, shocked at her lack of knowledge on that matter.

“I know that, but why couldn't it be something cooler like a lake, or a mansion, or something cool like that-” 

“Amina, look,” Gwen cried, interrupting her sister, pointing to the papers attached to the poster.  “There’s permission slips, we could take one and show our mom!”  For indeed, there was what appeared to be a sieve of white stapled papers announcing an exchange program, one that the Rose twins were eligible for.  Amina excitingly leaped forward a step toward the poster, grabbing a paper packet leafing through it in her eagerness, almost tearing the papers in the process.

“Wait...there is a test that we have to pass to even be eligible, and if you know me at all you know that I am not a good test taker.” Amina froze, her excitement started to dwindle away.  Gwen rushed forward quickly to comfort her sister, patting her on the back, while her forest green eyes slowly filled with anxiety.

“It’s not that bad,” Gwen soothed, tried to placate her, rubbing her back.  “I could help you study and I could help tutor you, and, and....” She slowly trailed off, her offers running out near the end.

“Gwen even with your knowledge, you know how hopeless I am when it comes to tests. My eyes start to water and I get all dizzy, then the words start to merge together, and then...” Amina said shakily, as she progressively grew quieter with every word. “I just don’t do well with tests.”

As they were talking, the two heard a loud squeal as the door to one of the classrooms opened.  The twins were shocked to discover that it was their principal, Mrs. Bennett coming out of her office. “Amina, Gwen shouldn't you two be in class right about now.

“Mrs. Bennett, the LemonHeads have study hour right now,” Amina stated quizzically, a brow rising in acknowledgement at the absurdity of the statement.  “Shouldn't you know that?  I mean, you are the principal.” Amina countered, her arms crossed over her ample chest.

“Oh yes of course, my apologizes.  Anyways, is that a Hogwarts permission slip in your hands Miss. Rose?” Mrs. Bennett questioned, seeing the printed forms clasped in between Amina’s hands.  “Are you two interested in the transfer program?” The elderly woman stated happily. “We would be overjoyed if one of our very own students were chosen. You know how small our institution is compared to the others academies in our field of expertise, so it would be a privilege if we could even get one of our students in, much less two.”

“Mrs. Bennett, what would be the chance that we could even get in?”  Gwen asked nervously, her sweaty, pale hands wringing together in her growing panic.  “Especially with that admission test, is it really difficult?  Should w-we be worried?”

“My dear, my dear it is merely a test to see if you are strong enough mentally to be able to withstand the demands of a school much higher than the ones that you are currently enrolled in.  I am positive that you two have no need to be worried,” she said putting her hands on our backs. “Now, why don’t you girls go into your dorm and fill out that paperwork?” Mrs. Bennett said with a sweet, knowing smile on her face.

Amina turned around, and after wishing her Principal goodbye, walked away.  Gwen quietly waved to her elder, offering her a small smile of thanks in her gratitude.  Quickly snatching an application, she rushed after her sister to catch up with her efficient steps. 

Mrs. Bennett looked on towards her students walking away, sighing softly.  Humming a tune she had heard on the radio recently to herself as she returned to her office, basking in the glow of her scented candles.

“I hope that this was the right decision,” The matronly woman said, speaking to the yellow candle-made glow illuminating her office.  “Blast that Dumbledore, always meddling.”