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--Kiera--
If there was one thing about Kiera, she loved water. And when the four transfer girls stepped into a little boat, she grinned. The boats were small and cozy, with a little lantern hanging from the top of it. Looking around her, she saw young children, looking to be around 11 or 12. "Are you sure we are in the right place?" Kiera whispered to Giselle. Kiera glanced around. "Well, Professor Kilenburg told us we are to board the boats." Giselle said nervously.
Kiera across the boat just in time to see Célia reach down into the water and splash Giselle in the face. Tomie and Célia laughed. Kiera turned to Giselle who was dripping wet. "Are you alright?" Kiera asked. "I am alright, thank you." Giselle responded shakily.
--Tomie--
It was simple. Tomie loved Hogwarts. It was very different, but still lovely. She stepped into the Great Hall, shoving through first-years, hand-in-hand with Célia. Célia. A sudden fear struck her. What if they didn't get into the same house. Her demeanor changed almost instantly, and Célia could tell. "What's wrong?" Cée asked. "What if we don't get into the same house?" Tomie said, worried. Célia grinned. "We will, I promise." They stood there for a while until a soft voice broke the silence. "Attention, everyone!" All of the students became silent. "I am Professor Rubious, head of the Ravenclaw house. I will be your charms teacher. For our first years and transfer students, welcome to Hogwarts." Tomie smiled, feeling confident. "Tomie Kawakami." Ms. Rubious called. She sat down on the stool. The hat was placed on her head. The hat almost instantly started "Gry-" Célia flicked her wand discreetly to the hat. "Slytherin!"
--Célia--
As Célia walked up to the stool, she felt free. She felt powerful. As the hat covered her head, she felt wise. The hat shuddered. "Slytherin is the house for you," It muttered. "But you are more cruel than any Slytherin." Célia was outraged. "I am in Slytherin." The hat shuddered once more. "Yes, master Célia." It replied. "Slytherin!" The hat called out for all to hear. Célia ran to Tomie and they embraced. Hand-in-hand, they sat down at the Slytherin table, green ties both having appeared on their robes. Célia smiled but excused herself, claiming the need to use the restroom. She slipped out into the hallway. As expected, Charlea stood waiting. "I want you to find out everything you can about Giselle. She may know more than we think." Célia hissed.
--Giselle--
Giselle sat down at the Gryffindor table. She was excited to be in the prestigious house, but Kiera was alone. "Hello, can I sit here?" Came a soft, nervous voice. "Umm, yes, of course." Giselle responded. A small, blue-eyed, blond girl sat down next to her. "I am Charlea. Are you a transfer student?" she said softly. "Yes. My name is Giselle." she replied. Charlea's eyes windened. "Did you attend Beauxbatons?" Giselle smiled sofly. "Yes, I did. I loved it there." Charlea giggled. "What?" Giselle asked. "Can I braid your hair?" Charlea asked. Giselle nodded. She hoped this would be the first friend of many. Little did Giselle know that Charlea was not on her side. Suddenly, the girls heard a murderous scream. They both turned to see the horrific scene behind them.
