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-IMPORTANT NOTE-
I DO NOT OWN THE NAMES OR PLACES IN THIS STORY THAT BELONG TO THE HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE. THOSE BELONG TO JK ROWLING. BUT THE PLOT IS MINE.
My name's Isolt Mary Turner and I'm a witch. When I was 15 I got a weird ass letter in the mail that said that the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was inviting me to attend their school. So like a normal person I threw the letter away, which did nothing because they kept coming in the mail. Which eventually led to an awkward conversation with my parents about how I was adopted, which was news to me. But anyway I was eventually persuaded to learn about "my biological parent's culture" and I left my highschool, my phone, my tv, and my dog to go to learn magic. I actually turned out to be kinda a genius at spells though so that was nice and I made friends until we all fell out and I became a loner (that was amazing). But it turned out to be okay because before my last year some dumbass decided to sign me up for a foreign exchange program for a wizarding school in the UK. Now I'm 17 and I'm there. It's called Hogwarts and I love it. I met this friend group that I love. Were all in different houses, except for Mason and I, Fred's in gryffindor, Alameda is in ravenclaw, and taylor is in hufflepuff. Even more exciting our headmaster, Professor Mcgonagal, announced yesterday that were hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year. It hasn't happened since before the Second Wizarding War. Fred's psyched he's convinced he's destined for this and Almeda's worried sick about him. But me? I'm just gonna enjoy watching. I mean what could possibly happen?