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Shea

Shea was up late in the common room, staring into the fire and thinking over her life, as she so often tended to do when no one else was about. So much had happened to her and yet, she seemed so normal for it all. It made so little sense to her.
Her mother was a house wife, and her father was a muggle magician and master of the slight of hand. This was by far no the typical Canadian household. They tried hard to supply her with all a young girl needed to grow up right, but something about her had never seemed quite right.
Shea discovered her magic at seven, after an argument with her parents. She had wandered into the hall and made a vase explode without touching it. Her parents had been so very happy, regardless of the shock she was in over seeing something explode, actually explode, before her very eyes.
Later that night, she had gotten a visitor which would remain with her for quite possibly the rest of her life. T had come to her as she tried ever so hard to fall asleep and forget about the horrible incident of the vase.
Why do you worry so, little one? she had asked from the back of Shea's mind. Shea had heard it as though a person had actually been speaking to her, and had begun to look around the room for the person.
"The vase in the hall blew up," She explained. "I think I did it, but Mommy and Daddy aren't mad at me. I don't understand."
Didn't they tell you yet? Oh, I see they didn't. I'll explain it to you. My name is T. I'm in your head, so you can stop looking around for me. You're a witch
"But witches are mean and evil," Shea protested.
That's just a common misconception, a mistake. They aren't mean and evil, they just are magic, like you are. You have magical powers Shea, and you're special too. You are one of the special magical people. That's why I'm here, to help you. One day, the time will come and you will be needed along with the others and you will get rid of the evil wizards.
"But I don't want to get rid of evil wizards," Shea said to the voice, but it had settled into silence.
A few years later when she was bout to turn eleven, Chantress had sent a letter to her telling her that she had been accepted there. Apparently, there was another school around, but it was a bit too expensive for them to send her to. Shea didn't care, over those few years, she had developed a deep interest in everything magical and both her dad and T were there to help her. Her mother, however, had taken a job somewhere to get a bit more money.
Shea soon found out that her mom and dad had been keeping an important secret from her all these years. Her mother was a witch, trained in a school back in Thailand before she came to Canada. She had gone to the ministry of magic and got a job there for wizard money, since it was such a hassle to change muggle money back and forth.
Chantress had been created by two countesses and a Native man who became the first headmaster. Though he became the headmaster, the countesses saw fit to make this school and all it's students into 'proper' young men and women and society. Fortunately, much had changed since back then.
Shea met her two new best friends within the first week of classes. Pascal and Robbie were both from muggle families who seemed freaked out by the owl delivering their acceptance letter. They were also both a couple of gossips.
T was no longer such a great person to have around any longer. She helped with homework, and all, but she tended to give her two cents at the most inopportune times, and Shea would be speaking to an invisible person. She had been to that wing more times than anyone else, to check for fever and insanity more often than not. Now Shea had banned her from her classes and T had discovered the fine art of snooping into others lives. That still didn't stop anyone older than her to cause her at any oppertune moment for the rest of her days there, no matter how old she got. Her life there was almost always a nighmare.
This school had one other particularly interesting aspect to it, it did not allow girls to play quidditch until fourth year. Instead, there was a Trick Flying class offered which Shea readily accepted. She found herself remarkably good at it and was soon doing tricks with the best of them.
During the second year, Pascal had been tipped off about some strange things happening in the woods outside of the school grounds. Robbie had insisted that they go to investigate it all, and the two girls had stupidly agreed.
That night they had crept out of the castle to find out what was in there. After about an hour of exploring they began to head back, and found the source of the stories. Pascal recognized it as a werewolf. As they ran for dear life, Robbie dove into a side bush and broke his ankle. Surprised by his action, Shea had tripped at the bank of the stream and fell in. The wolf continued to pursue Pascal until it had cornered her  against a rock in a clearing. She was too exhausted to continue and petrified by the werewolf now pacing around her.
Shea had caught up, lurking in the bush so as not to be seen. Robbie had managed to catch up as well, not allowing a bit of pain to stop him, and was on the other side of the clearing. He signaled that he had no wand, but pointed out a cage a bit farther to her left. Shea understood almost instantly.
With the same spell she had used so often in TF class, she called to the cage, placing it firmly on top of the werewolf. Shea went to Pascal then to Robbie. Together, they all went  back to the school, making a pact never to tell a soul about that night.
During third year, the last half of last semester, there was an odd girl who transferred to Chantress from a school called Forestlawn. She was a nervous girl who was always predicting terrible fates. Unfortunately, everyone learned to take these seriously as they were always true. Her reason for transfer was because of something that happened-or was going to happen, no one could ever tell-at her old school. Something about Dark Wizards taking over.
That school year ended, leaving Shea to ponder over whether to continue with Trick Flying class, or to join quidditch in her fourth year. Luckily, her decision was made for her as her Mom made an announcement a week after she got home. "I got transferred to England," she told them as she came in the door. "Shea, honey, you're going to Hogwarts next year."
Those words had forever changed her life, though for the better or the worse, she had yet to say. There were so many nice people here, but she had left so many friends back in Canada. She stared into the flames a bit longer, allowing all her thoughts to wander.
You do realize it's getting rather early, don't you? T asked in her jokingly concerned way. You have classes in the morning.
"'Kay T," Shea said. "I get the point. G'night." She wandered up to the dorms and to her bed, leaving the mysteries and loopholes of her life to ponder another time.