* "You're a witch, Coral."
What happens when a regular American high school girl discovers she is a actually a powerful witch? What will happen when she is sent out of the country to school she has never heard of, forced to learn magic to re-learn...
"Are you ready, dear?" Evera Wolfrose called to her daughter, who was now bringing her suitcase full of items down the wooden staircase of their home. "Everwick is waiting for us."
"Yes, did you get my galleons converted into muggle money?"
"Of course dear, I put your money in your backpack front pocket."
"How much did it end up being? Otherwise how much is in there?"
Evera grabbed Coral's suitcase and put it next to he front door, then handed her the backpack that was lying on the floor. Growing impatient with Coral's slow and lazy movements she took action and did things herself. "Around a thousand dollars."
Coral gasped and shook her head. "Mom, I don't need that much money."
"Oh shush, incase you didn't see our vault, that is nothing." She scolded, handing Coral a egg sandwich. "Just try to be humble."
"Mmkay."
Evera gathered all of the stuff into a pile and had them both grab onto everything to prepare for a long distance apparation. "Ready?"
Coral nodded. She was more than excited to go to Florida. There was so much stuff for her to do there unlike here, and she'd finally have a friend to do stuff with every day. A wide smile grew on her face as she prepared for apparation.
"Apparate to 241 Seabreeze Ave Tampa, Florida."
Within a flash and a pop, they were pulled and set in front of a large beach mansion what seemed to be just only feet away from the beach itself. It's roofs were tiled red, and it's walls were white. Palm trees beautifully decorated the yard, and the air was humidly warm.
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"Holy sand paper, his house is huge!" Coral shrieked, eyes wider than the ocean, making sure she didn't curse around her mom. "Why do all my friends houses have to be so big? First Draco's now this. What's next, Cedric owns his own private jet and lake?" she grumbled and mumbled under her breath.
They were both startled by the sudden opening of the door in front of them. "It's about time you've arrived." A middle aged man sarcastically spat out, with his arms folded leaning in the door frame. "Come in."
All three stepped foot into the house and Coral studied all the pictures on the wall of Sage and his father. She looked around at the soft white tiled floors, creme colored walls and modern themed furniture. This must have cost millions of dollars, if we are more rich, then why isn't our house like this? We only have a two story house, not even with a pool. Oh well, I shouldn't be complaining some kids don't even get their own bedroom.
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