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Hermione's POV

"Tori, we need to find out if you're a squib or a witch…" I told her, she seemed conflicted.

"I—I don't know about that…" Her eyes flitted from Harry to Ginny, to Ron, to Hagrid, and finally rested on me, "What would that entail?"

"Just simply seeing if our wands react to you or not. We can start with Ginny's."

"Why mine?" Ginny asked, holding her wand a bit more protectively than she had been.

"Because you're the youngest."

"That's not a reason!"

"Here, we can use mine," Ron offered, handing Tori his wand.

"Now," I held up my wand, "Twist, then flick," I demonstrated, a cardboard box started levitating. Tori was in pure awe, "Now you," She held up Ron's wand and copied my motions. A box moved about a centimeter back.

"Whoa!" She exclaimed, "Can I do that again!?"

"Hopefully, and maybe it'll be stronger this time, here, try my wand." I handed it to her.

"Alright, here we go…" She twisted and flicked, the box slammed back against a wall and fell back down flattened, "No way…" She stared at my wand, "Alright, where are the effects? You came here because of your talent in effects and stuff, Harry, where are they?"

"I use magic for effects," Harry simply replied, "Or some of them, that was pure magic, we had no idea you'd follow us."

"Well, that's…uh…" Tori obviously was in complete shock.

"We can…go back to your place now…" I suggested.

"No!"

"Why?"

"I want to learn more magic," She said matter-of-factly.

"We can't do anymore right now," I said.

"Why?"

"Well, we could," Ginny said, "Just, none of us really…want to, if you will."

"When can we?"

"Hagrid can teach you tomorrow, he's a teacher at our school," Ron offered.

"Used to be a teacher, but yes, I can teach you," Hagrid told her.

"So, it's settled, let's go," I summed up, leading the way out of the building.

"What's the rush, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"No reason, just remembered some homework…" I quickly responded, walking out, the others followed me, though not walking as fast as I.

When we made it to the street, the car Hagrid had driven us in was still there, we piled in and made our way back to the Vega household. When we arrived, I hopped out of the car and ran to the house, kicked off my shoes and ran up the steps to the bedroom I was staying in. My bag was sitting on my bed, a book was open but no work had been done.

Stupid Hermione, Stupid. School before magic, remember? Stupid. I scolded myself. I took out a pen and started scribbling down my answers to the homework Sikowitz had assigned, it wasn't much, just half of a worksheet but I still shouldn't have procrastinated it.

What is happening to you?!

I sighed and finished my work, I moved onto the next worksheets I had, ran through some lines for a skit I had to do and finally finished, Mrs. Vega was calling me for dinner.

"Coming!" I shouted, getting off of my bed and going down. The boys were sitting on the couch, Ginny was having a conversation with Tori and Trina was on her phone. Mr. and Mrs. Vega were setting the table.

"Ah, Hermione," Mrs. Vega greeted, "Time for dinner, c'mon."

Everyone came from where they were sitting, they'd extended the table to seat all eight of us, so I sat next to Trina who was next to Tori, Mr. Vega was at the head of the table, next to him on the side across from Tori was Ron who was next to Harry, next to Ginny, and at the other end was Mrs. Vega.

We said grace and started devouring the spaghetti prepared by Mrs. Vega. Ron's mouth and shirt were covered in tomato sauce, and Harry wasn't too far behind him.

"This is scrumptious," I complimented.

Mrs. Vega looked taken aback, "Why, thank you, Hermione."

"See girls, there are people with manners these day," Mr. Vega commented to his daughters.

"Yeah, yeah," Trina rolled her eyes, while Tori didn't say anything. We all ate, having casual conversation until Tori started talking about the occurrences of that day.

"So…today we figured something really strange out…" She started, I locked eyes with Ginny across the table, we had a silent agreement that Tori could tell her family. That was it.

"Really? What was that?" Mrs. Vega asked, pretending to be genuinely interested, like any good parent would.

"It seems…" Tori paused, "It seems that I'm a witch…"

Mr. Vega's eyes widened, Mrs. Vega dropped her fork, Trina choked on a mouthful of spaghetti, and I patted her back to get her back to normal.

"What?!" Mr. Vega exclaimed, "I thought it was too late for that!"

"You knew!?" Tori exclaimed.

"Well, yes, your mother is also a witch, I'm a, what's the word?"

"Muggle," I supplied.

"Right, I am a muggle."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Tori asked.

"We wanted you to have a normal life since we didn't know if you'd actually get powers or not," Mrs. Vega informed her.

"Hey!" Trina exclaimed, "What about me!? Am I a witch?!"

"No," I told her.

"How can you tell?"

"You're eighteen, right?"

"Yes."

"The entire world follows one rule: by eighteen your powers have been decided. This means, yours are nonexistent," I explained.

"Oh…darn."

"Here's the thing, at the end of the semester, when we go back to England, Tori now has a choice: She can either: stay here and ignore her magic, it'll die out by her eighteenth birthday if not practiced regularly, or she can come back with us and study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Harry said.

Tori looked expectantly at her mom.

"Don't look at me, it's your choice."

"I think we should get your choice by the end of the week, which is three days, I'd like to get an owl sent to Dumbledore in advance if you decide to come." I said.

"That's reasonable," She decided.

"Wait, what makes you so sure she'll be accepted to Hogwarts?" Ron asked.

"That's why we need to alert Dumbledore in advance, but I'm pretty sure he'll let her in," I said.

"Okay…"

"I don't think I'll need to think about this one," Tori stated.

"Why?" Ginny asked, "This is a huge decision."

"Yes, but it's also a once in a lifetime thing," She said, "I want to go."

"Tori, no rash decisions!" Mr. Vega exclaimed.

"Look, it's just like the choice of joining Hollywood Arts or not, it was a once in a lifetime chance, I had to do it, just like I have to do this."

"Yes, but with that one you would stay here, and still live with us," Mrs. Vega said.

"And she will, during the Summer, I know it's a hard choice, Mr. and Mrs. Vega," I said.

"But Tori's right, she needs to do this," Ron finished.

"I—I don't know…it's a huge move…" Mr. Vega said, sending a look to his wife.

"I think Tori needs to do this," Trina said.

"Yeah, because then you'd be an only child," Tori told her. Trina shrugged and turned her attention back to her food, "Mom, Dad, please!"

Her parents gave each other a look and finally Mrs. Vega looked back at us, "Fine. If you're accepted, you may attend this witch school."

Okay, so I know the chapter I put up last time was really shitty, right? So here's a more decent chapter. I'm really sorry for the wait I've caused y'all…I might or might not have completely forgotten about fanfiction for about six months…psh…what?

But I'm sincerely sorry to each and every one of you.

~Hestia