"Alternate Title: THE GUIDE TO SURVIVAL IN A FICTIONAL WORLD"
No one in 2020 would ever believe something, magical, extraordinary, right? But Nicolette, a fifteen year old girl who is drastically obsessed and in love with the Harry Potter franchise...
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CHAPTER THREE: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ▬▬▬❦▬▬▬
We sat there in silence, before I realized who they were talking about.
"Wow, I feel so scared and I feel like I'm gonna tremble in fear. Wow. That is so scary I almost peed my pants." I said in a monotonous voice, placing a hand over my heart for dramatic effects.
"Don't worry, we'll keep you safe." Harry gave me an assuring smile.
"PLEASE, AIN'T YOU GETTING MURDERED EVERY SCHOOL YEAR?" I cackled out loud. The trio looked at me weirdly.
"Well, we survived. I think that's the only thing that matters.. right?" Ron spoke up, nudging both of his best friends who seemed surprised by my outburst.
Well what is a spoiled rich blonde bimbo gon' do? A school bully ain't gonna ruin my experience.
"What year are you in? What was your former school?" Hermione bombarded me questions as Harry and Ron waited for my answer.
"I'm in my third year too, like you. I transferred from.. Ilvermony." I lied. I would've said Beaxubatons but I'm far from being graceful right now, especially when I fainted on the dirty ground which probably stained my white clothes. And I definitely don't look like a veela, may I add.
"That's a wizarding school in America, right?" Harry asked, and I nodded.
"This was the first time we've had a transfer in decades, it really is a rare occasion!" Ron turned to me in amazement.
"Oh.. really?" I smiled tightly, realizing I messed up a bit.
But that's the only excuse I could do, right? I can't do any of that Dumbledore's niece bullshit.
"Oh, I can't wait to tell you about Hogwarts!" Hermione sighed as she ruffled Crookshanks' fur.
"Bloody take it easy, Hermione. She might be creeped out if you continue pushing yourself on her." Ron mumbled, munching on a sweet.
"Oh- no, no, it's fine. It's great to have people like you talk to me.. I'm a transfer student anyway." I shrugged, laughing awkwardly.
I've been here for 20 minutes now and I'm still hesistating if this is real or not. Maybe Mom was right, I went cray-cray.
"So!" Hermione plopped next to me, letting Crookshanks run around the compartment. "How is Ilvermony like? I've never knew what it's like to study there!"
"It's very.. America-ish." I trailed off, feeling dumb at the moment because I didn't know many things about Ilvermony. "I'm from the Wampus house.. and it's quite fun..?"
