CHAPTER TWO: SORTING THROUGH ADVENTURE
The train pulled into the station, sending a plume of smoke into the chilly night air. A storm had just ended, its lightening still flickering through the clouds as the moon tried to peek out from behind the clouds. Chatters came from dozens of students, a wave of black fabric on the station’s platform. Hagrid walked among them, dividing the first-years from the rest, or at least I assumed. I viewed everything with my mind’s eye from the professors’ table in the Great Hall. I knew nothing of Hogwarts’ rituals, yet here I sat during the most important one of the school year. I&rsq
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We'd known each other for two months. We met outside a café we visited often, one of the few where wizards and witches could be in public with Muggles without many consequences. We talked for hours about anything and everything...but not entirely everything.
I asked him to my favorite spot on a weekend trip. We'd been romantic lately, but I knew the beautiful scenery could help coax the words from my lips. We sat atop a cliff overlooking the sea, which thundered below and made rainbows in the fading sunlight.
"This is beautiful, Li. I knew you were taking me somewhere great, but this...I've never been anywhere like this," he smiled,
CHAPTER ONE: THE FIRE MAGE’S ENTRANCE
I didn’t know what to expect when I stepped foot in Dumbledore’s office. The school was empty for the summer and cool compared to the hot temperatures outside. Only a few staff members were still around, as it was the heart of July, but I felt welcomed all the same. My family had gone here for centuries, but I missed out on my opportunities due to an illness. Now I had my chance to return to Hogwarts as a self-trained witch, able to teach numerous subjects.
“Good morning, Seraphina,” Dumbledore smiled, bowing to me slightly as he wrote with a quill made from a parrot&rsquo
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“Miss Weasley, I'll ask you again,” her therapist sighed, marking something on his notepad, “why do you still dream of your ex-husband even though you hate his guts?”
Ginny shrugged. “He took everything from me, he stole my children. I think I dream about him because I can't get that off my mind. I could never forget those first three years of our marriage when everything was so blissful, but...I'll never let go of the four after that when I became a doormat for all things unholy. He should pay for that, he should pay for that more than anyone will allow me to, but...I just don't feel the need anym
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Hogtied Academy was just like any normal school in the world. Though the students were picked either by lineage or an overall intelligence, the subjects were the same as any other school, though the course work was more stringent.
This meant that in courses the students had a hard time with, they would be studying for hours on end and do nothing but make a tiny dent in their average, maybe adding half a point to their test scores...if they were lucky.
But it wasn't always the course itself that caused the problem. Such was the case for chemistry, the Hogtied student's nemesis, but not for an obvious reason. While a handful
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Hogtied Academy had a bell system, intricate yet hidden within the belly of a school, locked inside a clock room that few people had access to. The bells were rang manually during emergencies, so the ringing Harold and the school awakened to was automatic, the result of simple mechanics coming together inside a complex system that few understood.
Harold woke up feeling the exact same.
The common room was filled with students of his own Quadrant, all in their everyday robes or night clothes, fighting their way to their circle of friends or downstairs to the crowded bathroom. Harold felt disjointed from all of this, and he wa
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Hogtied Academy had a giant center tower, one that could not be seen from the outside. This tower was where the staircases were held, all of them spiraling to the top of the ceiling, ending suddenly at a heavy, steel door that was always kept locked.
The towers could only be reached by ascending about half of these flights, then by venturing in the direction of the tower to take the stairs upwards. Northern Quadrant students had the Northern Tower, and Easter Quadrant students, like Harold, Rand, and Harmony, were housed in the eastern-most tower.
As the students were led to their rooms, they chattered excitedly, especiall
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Chapter Two
Hogtied Academy was special for many reasons, but it was most important because it had its own platform at the train station in the central US where the students would converge for the three-hour journey westward. It was hard to find: It was between Platform 9 and Platform 10, behind a door that most people passed completely.
Harold did this as he wandered the platforms, sweating despite the air vents blowing cooled air and mist onto him. He was already running late due to Haggard's mechanical problems, and because it was hard to lug around all of his things with his tiny, non-muscular arms, but at least he managed to find the
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The Hogtied Academy loomed above the beautifully landscaped campus, a large, ornate building that showcased just how much money was being poured into it. It not only was the size of a small castle, but it was the reason the neighboring town of Hogwash had any tourism at all, aside from its strange name. Not only was the town full during the school year, but its odd name sent summer travelers there by the hundreds, all of them eagerly shipping postcards back home because they'd all have the Hogwash signature on the postmark, and a nice picture of the neighboring school.
But to new students, the school was a terrifying sight. Th
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The Call of the Dragon
Her piercing emerald eyes caught me from across the courtyard. Her red hair was blowing behind her in the breeze, the same breeze that played with her skirt and tank top. The cool, spring day suddenly felt like a scorching summer at noon, the breeze becoming a plume of fire that pricked my skin. I felt myself smile at the sensation; there was something special about this girl. She walked past without noticing, slinking into the library without a sound.
"So you've met the new girl," my friend Pike smirked, patting my back. "She's a real firecracker, that one. She has more rumors around her than anyone I've ever heard about, and all of them sc