Morning
In the corner of the kitchen, a woman with wavy hair was busy preparing breakfast for the children. She was Jucy, Neval's biological mother and Juston and Lena's aunt (adoptive mother).
"Hurry up, kids! Breakfast is ready," Jucy called after her.
A girl with long red hair came down the stairs: "Good morning, Aunt Jucy."
Jucy looked up the stairs, then turned to Lena: "Where are the other two boys?"
Lena sat down at the dining table, holding the hot bread her aunt had just made: "They must be finishing a game upstairs."
Jucy called out to the two boys: "Neval, Juston!"
The two boys ran down the stairs, still playing.
"That's just the beginning, Neval." "You obviously lost this game," Neval laughed.
Jucy's voice was sharp: 'If you're late, I'll lock you both in your room!'"
Lena was curious: "Aunt Jucy, do you study there too?"
Jucy smiled gently at her: "Of course, Lena. My parents and Juston's parents are great witches. I hope you two grow up to be as good witches as them."
Family Background
Lena and Juston's parents died when they were two years old. Unlike other families, their parents were the best witches in the group.
The founder of the group was Michael (Juston's father), and he married Tigkin (Juston's mother), who was also a member of the group. The group consisted of Michael, Tigkin, Jucy, Jasso, and Belliff.
Jasso and Jucy got married and had a son, Neval. Lena's mother was Belliff.
They thought their life would be happy forever, but fate had other plans. On Christmas, the group decided to visit the school and attend the Christmas celebration. Since the children were too young, Jucy and Jasso stayed home to look after them. They had no idea what would happen that night.
While the whole school was having dinner, a dark energy appeared and enveloped the whole group. school. A student wearing a black cloak appeared in the middle of the hall instead of wearing a uniform. To protect the students and the school, they sacrificed themselves in battle.
At home, the group's necklace kept ringing, making Jucy restless and worried. When she received a letter from Regort, she soaked Tigkin's knitted scarf. Promising the group to be strong, she and her husband raised three children. Although they were not biological children, Lena and Juston were always loved by them.
Neval wondered while eating: "Do all witches have to go to Regort when they turn 11?"
Jucy stroked the boy's head: "Yes, Neval. But that's not compulsory. If you don't like it, you can stay."
Juston wiped the bread crumbs from his mouth: "Aren't Muggles allowed to go there?"
Lena, holding a cup of warm milk, replied: "Of course not. That school is only for witches. Even if it's on the street, only wizards know, not Muggles."
Neval: "I'm done eating. I'm going to pack my things."
Jucy cleared the plates and cups on the table: "No need, I've already packed your things, but there's no game console in there."
Jasso stood outside the door, in the car he usually drove to work, calling inside: "When are we leaving?"
"Right now. The kids are done eating," Jucy replied.
At that moment, a tall young man in his twenties, his hair disheveled from just waking up, held a cup of hot coffee in his left hand and a letter in his right.
"Rissy, you have a letter!"
"Who sent me a letter?" — A girl of about 11, with shoulder-length hair and a streak of silver, ran out.
"Are you sure that's not a letter from Rosie to her?" — A gentle woman with chestnut brown hair came out from the kitchen.
Rissy's family background
Rissy was an energetic girl living in a Muggle family, but her family life was no better than Juston and Lena's. Ever since she was born, her parents had been constantly arguing, with some arguments lasting up to half an hour.
She had an older brother, Laster, who was 11 when she was born. When she was four, her parents divorced, forcing her brother to go worked and raised her since she was little. Seven years later, Rissy was 11 years old, and Laster was 22 years old, married to Arlist.
Occasionally, Rosie (her mother) sent money to the two siblings, but Laster never spent it all. He raised Rissy and supported himself with his own labor. Currently, he works at a large technology company and continues to support her.
"No, she read it."
"It's an acceptance letter," Rissy said in surprise.
"An acceptance letter?"
"Let me see, Rissy," Arlist took the letter from her hand.
Rissy: "Do you know exactly what it is? I read it, but I don't understand it very well."
Arlist chuckled and handed the letter back to Rissy:
"It's an acceptance letter to the Regort School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The school trains young witches and wizards from 11 to 18 years old. You were invited to study at that school."
"A witch? Since when was Rissy a witch?" Laster frowned.
"It was her destiny; she was a witch from birth, not something that happened later," Arlist explained to him.
"The school you told me about?"-Rissy asked
Arlist nodded.
"Yes."
Rissy started looking for something, then opened the book Arlist's sister wrote about that school.
A moment later
A woman with a slightly large figure, many wrinkles but not clearly old, wearing a floor-length black cloak, pushed the door open and entered.
Laster turned around, looking at her with an expression that was either surprised or annoyed.
"Who are you?"
"I am Cramdius, a professor at Regort School. I'm here to take Rissy to the school, if she wishes to go," she said, looking up.
"You must be the Professor of Care of Magical Creatures, aren't you?" Arlist stepped forward.
"How do you know who I am? You don't look like any wizard I've taught," Cramdius eyed Arlist suspiciously.
"My sister used to study there."
"What is your sister's name?"
"I don't quite remember. My sister and I didn't have a good relationship, so I haven't been with her since childhood."
Cramdius stared intently into her eyes, then narrowed her own slightly: "Your eyes look familiar, but I can't quite place who you resemble."
"But where is that school?" Laster interjected into the conversation.
"In a place so far away that you wouldn't know it, nor can you see it," the Professor said.
"So how will she come back home?"
Arlist gently patted his shoulder: "The school is like a boarding school; it has dormitories for students and provides meals. Students only return home during Christmas or holidays. It means Rissy will be staying there as if it were home, and we'll meet again at Christmas."
"Now, do you understand? Otherwise, your little girl will be late," the Professor said, urging them on.
Rissy dragged her suitcase from the stairs to where her brother and sister-in-law stood: "I'll come back during the holidays."
Arlist turned to the Professor: "So how can we contact her?"
"Send a letter." Having said that, she handed them a piece of paper. "If you have any further questions, just read this."
Arlist patted Rissy's shoulder gently: "Have a fun school year, Rissy. Your brother and I will miss you very much."
Rissy looked at both her brother and sister-in-law: "Me too!" Rissy's innocent voice made both of them feel worried and sad.
A While Later, Arrival at The Wizard's Crossroads
ON NEVAL, LENA, AND JUSTON'S SIDE
Neval looked around, his eyes sparkling: "Wow! Everything here looks absolutely amazing!"
Jasso pulled him closer: "You should stay close to your father to avoid getting lost."
The street was packed; although the road wasn't wide, there were many people there.
Jucy turned towards a shop: "We're heading to Wirben's shop first to buy wands."
At The Wand Shop
Cramdius: "Try flicking it, Rissy."
Rissy nodded and gently flicked the wand. A bright blue light flared up on the wand like a thread, then quickly faded.
Wirben: "That wand is the most eye-catching one in my shop, young lady."
"It's wonderful that I own it." Rissy smiled lightly, her eyes full of cleverness.
The door opened
Jucy's family entered, their eyes unable to stay in one place, darting around.
Jucy looked around the shop and asked: "It seems like you haven't redecorated the shop since that day. It still looks so familiar."
Wirben laughed: "I still remember the day you came to choose your wand, looking annoyed when you received a wand that didn't look very pretty."
Lena stood behind: "It looks so antique."
"Buying wands for the children, Jucy?" Cramdius turned around, smiling teasingly at Jucy.
Jucy froze for half a second, then stepped closer to the Professor: "Professor Cramdius! Your figure looked familiar but also somewhat unfamiliar, I couldn't guess. These are Neval, Lena, and Juston; I'm taking the children to buy wands."
Cramdius: "Are they first-years?"
Jucy: "Yes. I hope that this school year, the children will gain a better understanding of the existence of wizards like themselves."
Cramdius smiled: "That's wonderful. This is Rissy, a first-year Muggle-born student, and I'm taking her to buy supplies."
Jucy smoothed Rissy's hair: "Oh, the girl is really cute!"
Cramdius glanced up at the old, ancient wooden clock in Wirben's shop.
"Oh dear, it's late. You take Rissy to the train for me, please, I have something to attend to now," the Professor said hastily, rushing off.
"Certainly," Jucy replied.
Wirben handed Juston a wand: "You try it."
Juston flicked the wand confidently. The candles in the corner of the shop magically lit up.
Wirben smiled lightly, looking for a wand for Neval: "Let me find a wand for you, Verlin."
Having said that, he pulled a brand-new-looking box from the shelf for Neval.
The boy flicked the wand clumsily. The light bulbs in the shop quickly went out, shattering into pieces of glass, leaving only the candlelight Juston had lit.
Wirben quickly shook his head, looking for another wand to replace the broken one.
Neval's face fell: "The wand didn't like me."
Wirben handed him a wand that looked older: "I think this one will be fine."
Neval sighed and flicked the wand. Unlike before, the cracks on the lightbulb he had broken suddenly healed, shining as if nothing had happened.
Jucy clapped and laughed: "Well done, Neval!"
When it was Lena's turn, the flowers in the room bloomed vibrantly, spreading their fragrance throughout the shop.
Neval gasped: "Wow! That's truly marvelous!"
At "The Seventh Half Station"
IN CABIN NUMBER 5
The wheels of the sweets trolley rattled down the train aisle. An elderly woman with bushy hair pushed a trolley full of candies and snacks toward them:
"A little chocolate, little wizards?"
Juston shook his head: "No thanks, I'm full."
Lena: "I'll take a chocolate bar."
Canvi: "Which flavor do you choose?"
Lena: "Which one is the most popular?"
Canvi: "I think the brown one."
Neval: "I'll take a white one!"
Canvi handed them the chocolate bars.
When Canvi left, a girl stood at the door of the train compartment and asked: "May I sit here? All the other compartments are packed."
Lena smiled: "Of course!"
Rissy sat next to Lena and began introducing herself: "I'm Rissy Keila. We just met at the shop earlier. Shall we be friends?"
Lena: "I'm Lena Julier, and those two are Juston Role and Neval Verlin."
Juston looked at Rissy: "Are you an acquaintance of Professor Cramdius?"
Rissy shook her head: "Not at all. I didn't even know I was a wizard, let alone know the Professor. She told me, 'Every year there are 2–3 Muggle-born students, and a Professor along with some graduate wizards will guide them.'"
Neval, with a mouthful of chocolate: "You're a Muggle-born wizard?"
Lena gently nudged Neval: "You need to speak more politely, Neval. Put the chocolate bar down or finish it before asking."
Rissy nodded: "Yes, I'm Muggle-born. I also didn't expect to be a wizard until I read the acceptance letter."
Juston: "Did your parents agree to let you go to school?"
Rissy: "I don't live with them. They left my brother and me when I was four."
"Juston and I are similar to you. But they didn't leave us; they passed away when he and I were only two," Lena said.
Just then, a voice rang out at the compartment door:
"Your names sound pretty cool, huh!" A boy with gray hair tinged with platinum stepped in.
"I'm Detus Aliss. And these are Rugi and Regurn." A short-haired girl and a boy entered.
Juston slightly frowned: "The Aliss family? The great Pureblood line?"
Detus smirked faintly. Rugi came closer to Rissy: "You're a Muggle-born wizard, aren't you?"
"Is there a problem?" Rissy countered.
Rugi just smiled, then stepped back behind Detus. Lena asked sternly: "What are you doing here? Just to say that?"
"Of course not," Regurn replied. Regurn: "We're here to make acquaintances."
"Well, isn't that a fateful encounter, huh?" Rissy sneered.
"Yes. A fateful encounter to meet a half-blood like you," Detus retorted.
Rugi snickered, and Regurn nodded while chewing a piece of cake.
"I have a name! Don't call me that," Keila exclaimed, annoyed.
Detus sneered: "Then it's a nickname, isn't it?"
Neval spoke up: "You're a bit too much."
Detus turned and glared at Neval.
"You must be Verlin, right?" Rugi asked him.
"Yes," Neval replied in a confused tone.
Regurn: "What about the red-haired girl and the black-haired girl?"
"Lena, Juston. There are no red-haired or black-haired girls here," Lena replied in a serious tone.
Regurn turned to Rissy: "What about…"
"Half-blood," Detus interjected.
"What's your name exactly?" Regurn looked at Rissy.
"It must be Keila," the boy interrupted Regurn again, as if he knew the name by heart.
"Enough!" Rissy shouted, her voice filled with frustration.
Lena glared at them: "If you have nothing more to say, then go somewhere else to meet."
The three of them left under Rissy's angry gaze.
"Just ignore them; you don't deserve those comments," Juston consoled her.
"At least they should think before they speak!" Rissy said as if venting all her anger.
Neval sighed: "But you're brave. Aliss is the greatest, richest, and most talented pureblood family. That guy must be tough to deal with."
"The best, and yet he has such an attitude? How strange."
"Forget it. I have some chocolate left, do you want some?" Lena changed the subject so her new friend wouldn't be upset.
Rissy nodded but didn't reach for the chocolate bar: "Thanks. I'm not very hungry."
The sky was starting to darken, and the sounds of laughter and chatter mixed together. No one seemed to be paying attention to the sky anymore; they must be getting close to school.