Nora chose the back cars of the train for literally no reason whatsoever. Truth be told, she was just wandering the corridors, still inwardly griping about all her bad luck, when she realized she had walked all the way to the back. Not really wanting to turn around and take the walk all over again, she slid into the first empty compartment. Well, this was it. This was the moment she had been dreading for months.

She was heading to Hogwarts.

That tiny voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she was still being dramatic, but she didn't want to focus on that right now. She was a witch. A WITCH. Of all the things that someone could surprise her with, they surprised her with revealing that she was a witch. If only her friends at her old muggle school knew, they'd laugh at her for the rest of their lives.

Hogwarts was horrible. She'd already decided that, and she'd never even stepped foot on the grounds.