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--Kiera--

"Get up, all of you!"

Kiera pulled herself out of bed slowly, barely awake. "Come on now," Professor Kilenburg barked. "You shan't be late to Hogwarts." Kiera cracked a smile. Maybe, just maybe, she would find her people. She began packing her bags and getting dressed. Halfway through the process, Professor Kilenburg poked her head into the bedroom. "We're leaving, girls." Giselle and Kiera began rapidly stuffing their bags full of clothes, makeup, and newly-bought goods from Diagon Alley. "Let's go," Said Giselle, grinning. Kiera couldn't help but grin back.

--Tomie--

Tomie sighed happily. She smiled all the way to King's Cross Station. And when she got there, she still smiled. There was only one thing that could make her smile like that. Célia. They were definitely soulmates. She was thinking of all this and didn't even notice when she smashed straight into a brick pillar. Expecting to feel pain, she winced. However, she realized she had stepped into the magic portal to Platform 9 and 3/4! Students in black robes walked around, pushing trolleys and carrying owls. She turned her chin upwards. She was better than all of these fools. They were incompetent. She was the only one who could perform magic with her hands. She flinched when she spotted a girl with a face full of acne and greasy, bright pink hair. She would just have to get used to freaks.

--Célia--

As soon as she stepped onto the train, she was breathing magic. She was seeing magic, too. Everything was so magical. And it was magical as it was powerful. She sat down next to a petite blond girl. "Hello," The girl said. "Hi," Célia responded. The blond girl's eyes widened. "I-i... you are... you are a transfer student!" She exclaimed. "I'm Charlea, Charlea Adler, Sixth Year, Gryffindor." Célia smiled tightly. "I am Célia," she said. Célia glanced around the empty compartment. Slowly, she opened her briefcase and unveiled a wand. She flicked it casually at Charlea. Her mouth was instantly bound by a hankerchief. The room was illuminated in a bright green color. "Listen to me." Célia hissed, pacing around Charlea. "You do what I say. Always. And if you don't, things that are much worse will happen to you. Charlea's mind fled to a billion dark places as she wondered what Célia would do to her. Charlea nodded, forced to agree. Célia removed the hankerchief with a flick of her wand and sashayed away as if none of this had ever taken place.

--Giselle--

Giselle sat next to two twins, Beau and Bonnie. They were both dark-haired and funny. Giselle flirted with Beau a lot, and Kiera bonded with Bonnie instantly. "What is it like?" Beau asked. "In France," Giselle thought for a moment, trying to come up with a witty remark. "It is very French," She replied. "Well obviously," Beau said. Giselle winced. Not a good response. "Okay, well it is always warm. There is a bakery on every street. You see cyclists and flags wave everywhere. It is noisy, yet peaceful." Said Giselle. Beau was staring out of the window. Giselle turned to look along with him. Settled behind a lake, was a beautiful castle that they were now barreling towards. "Wow," Giselle muttered. "That's what I thought the first time I saw it." Beau said. "It still amazes me every time." Giselle smiled at him. And for the first time, he smiled back.