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Man was I glad to get out of that school, Mom had me going to Ilvermorny for a few weeks to try and get me ahead.... of course that was also on top of the fact she got me a license for underage magic on top of my other licenses.
We'd apparated to Kings Cross Station from home my dad handing me my trunk while mom looked around making sure we were in the right spot.
"Are they all in there? They didn't get into the kitchen again and steal our spoons-?" "I made sure all your little creatures were in there and I even helped stock up your main room in there,"
I smiled and nodded. Good. I was going to have to get used to carrying this much stuff on the way to school I was only at Ilvermorny for a little while but we didn't need nearly as much. Mom grabbed me by the shoulders speaking as if she was a little worried with how this whole thing would go.
"Make sure you go see the headmaster before the sorting ceremony, no doubt he'll want to speak with you about your courses and what he expects."
I nodded slinking out of her grip looking towards the wall I needed to run through in a minute.
"I know mom, and... thank you for transferring me"
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After a goodbye that lasted longer than it probably should have, I changed into my robes which surprising enough seem fairly sensory friendly, which I will never complain about. I'd almost been late to the train. Speaking of which. As I write this I am suddenly aware of the fact that I am sitting in an empty compartment that is empty no more.
I shut my journal stuffing my mechanical pencil in my cloak pocket as a pair opened the door which did startle me slightly.
"Can we sit here? Everywhere else is full...."
I nodded moving my cat's carrier out of the way to make room for the other two boys. I stuck my hand out to introduce myself to the both of them. The boy with dark hair and broken glasses held together by tape had a firm but unsure grip when I shook his hand wear as the boy with ginger hair had a sweaty and limp grip.
"My name is Ciarán, Ciarán Kelly" I smoke with a polite smile and a firm grip with my hand shake.
"Harry Potter, nice to meet you" "Ron, Ron Weasley- wait you not.... woah do you- I mean, do you really have the scar?"
I looked between the pair confused, what was so odd about a name and a scar?
I watched as the dark haired boy smiled nodding and revealed a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt that had been hidden. I still didn't get it. The boys noticing my confusion turned to me.
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For the next few hours Ron explained to the both of us why Harry was famous in the best way he could Harry jumping in with what little he knew on occasion. Harry bought us snacks from the cart that came by which I was grateful for but a little scared to try new things, I'd never of most of the snacks. Me and a young witch who came by earlier reminded the other boys to change into their robes and congratulated me on being changed already.