Her mother is dead. Her father is mute. She struggled with keeping unknown powers hidden from the Wizard if world. So when Fen strolls into her life, bringing with him adventure and happiness, she blooms.
She journeys through a third year at a Wizarding school she has never been to, struggles with prejudice against her kind... and tries to keep the rest of those she loves safe and sound.


14. Ben

I met Ben in Care of Magical Creatures. I felt pretty bad for him. Charlie had him stand up n front of the entire class and say his name, age (fourteen), where he came from (California), and why he was at Hogwarts.

“I-well-it’s a funny story-” he started, but was interrupted by Chloe.

“Hey, what’s your last name again?” She pried, leaning forward a bit.

“Ben. Ben- Ben Schlotman.”

Chloe’s eyes went wide. Mouth open, she exclaimed, “good lord! I read about you in the Quibbler! You’re the kid who transferred from Ilvermorny!” Kids turned to Ben, shocked.

“Yes, I came from Ilvermorny. I was an exchange student for a new program, and a couple of other kids came with me. Happy now?” His words were firm but not at all unkind. It was more like he was nervous.

He was about average height, maybe a bit taller. His curly dark hair stood up and his dark brown (almost black) eyes were covered with thin dark-blue glasses. His wiry, thin frame was covered by a Hogwarts uniform with an unfamiliar patch next to his Hufflepuff one. I leaned forward to see what it was.

It was a troll-like creature, standing neatly.

“Pukwudgie!” Chloe exclaimed suddenly. Murmurs flooded the room.

Charlie looked intrigued but didn’t stop the conversations. He was leaning forward as well, eyes narrowed.

“It’s my Ilvermorny– houses, do you people call them? House, I guess. Pukwudgies are a magical creature.”

Ben kept talking for and hour and twenty minutes.

Charlie dismissed class after Ben’s introduction. To be fair, it took up most of the class.

When I got to the mess hall for dinner, Sev bounded up to me.

“New guy TOTALLY likes you!” he blared in my ear. I flinched away. “Bro, keep it down! Besides, he totally doesn’t.”

Ben was nice. He just wasn’t... well, my “type.” After I thought that, I instantly felt terrible. Did I even have a type?! And if so, what was it? Did it define who I had to date?

What was this “boy” business?!

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