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In the minds of some^______^
In the hearts of few

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In the control of none.^__________^

Cally glanced around her at the Ravenclaw table, smiling softly. She finally belonged. Her stomach grumbled loudly, making her look down. Her cheeks flushed pink as she looked back up. She could see some of the older Ravenclaw's giving her mischievous smiles. She bit her lip, before reaching forward and taking some of what she could see on the table. She took tiny nibbles, trying not to embarrass herself further, and she continued to watch the Sorting. There were so many little people, all like her. Some had grown up as witches and wizards, while others had been Muggleborn, and had never known what magic was before now, other than as a fairy-tale.

She now thought on what the Sorting Hat had said. She hadn't been placed in Slytherin because of all the prejudice against her - that was explainable. Hufflepuff had never been an option, seeing as how she hadn't heard it be mentioned in the Hat's little spiel. And Gryffindor, well, of course. Cally had been through several incidents involving cats of some sort, in varying shape and size. She never wanted to become one.

After being sorted into the Ravenclaw house, Maisie took a seat at the table and looked around the room. Being muggleborn she wasn't to used to these things being real, she thought they were only in her imagination.

The ceiling was coloured like the beautiful night sky she had seen outside. The sorting hat was deciding about another girl when she looked. But she didn't come to Ravenclaw. Maisie looked down the table of her fellow Ravenclaws. They were all watching the sorting, waiting for another. All of the other first-years were sorted and the headmistress, which Maisie had forgotten her name already, said a few words and a great feast appeared in front of her. She picked up a jug of juice and poured it into her cup. It was an orange colour. She turned to the older boy beside her.
"Um, excuse me, but what kind of juice is this?"
"Oh, you must be a muggleborn," He chuckled, "It's pumkin juice, trust me it's a lot better than it sounds."

Maisie picked up her glass to take a sip out of it. The juice was good, she drank the rest of it all in a single gulp.
Feeling more refreshed she felt like she would fit a lot better here than anywhere else.

Maisie looked over at the boy that had just spoke. He returned her gaze and she answered.
"I had a wonderful summer. I'm actually surprised I'm here though. I never expected anything like this to be real." She smiled at him, "I'm Maisie Wood. How was your summer...." She didn't remember the boy's name.

Hikari sat down at the table. She wished could just run away and find a nice quiet place to sit. There were already a few first years talking to each other but Hikari was just too shy to talk, so she took some food and put it on the plate in front of her. She started thinking about Okami and Crahi. She would have felt better if they were out, but summoning them here might make a panic. She sighed and put a fork full of food into her mouth.

Hikari almost choked on her food "Hikari Sponken" She coughed. After a moment Hikari continued "But I am good with Kari, that's what all my friends back in Salem called me." Though Hikari would never admit to having a strong accent of any kind she did very much sound American when she spoke.

Hikari turned bright pink "Well, yeah, sort of. I moved to England when I was a baby, but I go back all the time. I live here in England with my Uncle but I have duel citizenship." She paused before continuing, maybe Hogwarts wouldn't be such a scary place after all. "I am from Salem in fact. I a pure-blood Salem witch." The one thing she had any real pride in was her status as a pure-blooded Salem witch. Most Salem witches and wizards where either half-bloods or they learned learned it and were considered New-blood. They was only a very small amount of Pure-blood families left, even less then European Pure-blood families, and there numbers had fallen quite a bit after the two big wars of resent history. "Do you come from a magical family?"

Hikari smiled. "So your New-blood, that is what it would be called in America anyway... that is really cool. I really wasn't to surprised when I was accepted in fact. My uncle taught me all sorts of things about different magic and I was always able to do European style magic as well as Salem so I was more when suprised I was able to convince my uncle to let me come then the letter in the mail." Hikari remembered Uncle Eriol's reaction when she told him she had wanted to come here. He had wanted to keep her at home so that he could make sure that the 'voice' was gone. She had told him that keeping her here like that would only make it more difficult for her to function once she had to be on her own. Finally Uncle Eriol had said yes to her request and she had been on her way. She was now glad that she had made the journey now, no matter how scary it had been before.