As Riley Mills arrived on Platform 9 and 3/4's (with the help of a large family of red heads and a tall boy with dark hair and glasses and a girl with long brown bushy hair) she was amazed at the sight. She had of course read about the Hogwarts Express, and seen pictures, but it was so different in real life. As she moved out of the way of a group of rather weird looking wizards, I had a sudden urge to not get on the train at all, to miss it and go back home, Ivemorny. There hasn't been a transfer to Hogwarts in centuries. And there's never been a transfer from Ivemorny before. I'm the first. The kids will make fun of my American accent, while I'll secretly be judging theirs. That's just how it works. As I slowly inched forward, almost tripping over a cat, which the same girl as before was chasing after, her friend, who looks vaguely familiar, stopped in front of me.
"Hey, I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
"H-Harry Potter?" I ask, momentarily stunned.
"The one and only. Who are you?"
"My name's Riley Mills."
"Wait-Excuse me, What?"
"I said my name's Riley Mills."
"But-but the way you're saying it."
"I'm American. I'm transferring here from Ivemorny this year."
"Oh! Wow, I've never met an American person."
"Yeah, I'm the first person to ever transfer from Ilvmorny to Hogwarts."
"Wow! I'm sure you'll go down in history."
"Not as much as you have." As we both laugh, he invites me to sit on the train with him and his friends, Hermione and Ron.
    "Hey You Guys! It's the girl we met in the muggle train station."
    "Oh, hey! I didn't catch your name, sorry." Says the girl who I now know is named Hermione.
    "My name's Riley Mills."
     "Oohhh, is that an American Accent I Hear?"
     "Yep! I'm a transfer from Ilvmorny."
"What's it like there?"
"A lot less interesting than the UK, that's for sure." I say as we laugh.
"So, were there houses at Ilvmorny?" Asks the bright tall red head named Ron.
"Yep! I was in the Horned Serpent, which after carefully looking through the typical traits of your houses, I believe it's most similar to Ravenclaw, so chances are I'll most likely get that house."
"Are you going to be sorted with the first years?"
"Yeah, it will be a bit awkward, so I'm a bit nervous."
"Don't be" says a quiet, angelic voice in the doorway.
"Oh, hey Luna!" Says Hermione.
"Hey. I've been standing here a while, so I know who she is, you don't have to introduce us."
"Oh...okay." Says Hermione, who seems a little unsettled.
"Anyways, Riley, what year are you in?"
"I'm a 5th year."
"Really! You're the same age as us. Well, except for Luna, she's a year younger."
And as they all sat and talked, about the teachers they hated, about the teachers they lived for, and about the classes, I finally felt at ease. Well, that was before the compartment door slid open.