Horny Hogwarts

Wizard. You are a wizard. It's a strange thought, just five months ago you were a regular person, a Muggle even. But now, an entire world is at your fingertips, just out of reach but as real as anything. You're nineteen and about to attend your first year at Hogwarts, gone are the years of children attending the dangerous magical academy, you must be at least eighteen in order to attend. Though some do try to glamour in, with very little success. You reflect on the last five months, and the strange circumstances of your first steps into the wizarding world. First a man in a dark hood came to your door and handed you the letter to Hogwarts. At first you thought all of it was a grand ploy or scam. Then one day a whooshing sound filled the space around you, and pop came a wrinkly old wizard smack dab in your living room. You almost laughed when you first saw him, he looked comical. He was wearing sparkly robes , had a pointy hat and was holding a wand. His eyes twinkled with affection and wisdom. He drilled you in basic spells, wand work, transfiguration, dark magic protection, and charms over the course of six months.

"I'm horrible with potions however and herbology. Afraid you'll be left to your own devices on those subjects." He chuckled, as he made you do a hundred more stunning spells, he trained you so rigorously that you had no time for a real job or studies, so you stayed with him in his magical tent, eating magical food, and resting your head on magical sheets that washed themselves. All fine and dandy until he left without a word four months before your departure, leaving you with no money, wand, food, or home. It makes you sick to look back and dwell on it. Those four months of solitude and scarcity were terrible.

You take a deep breath in and try to clear your mind, this is all no big deal, this is just another school really. Oh, who are you kidding, Hogwarts has the hottest witches, and the best magical courses you can find. Dear God you can just see those plump little casters already. You've also heard from a little birdy that the dress code is going to be much more lenient, meaning more skin, and more grins.

"Turner. You good?" Diana gives you a concerned look.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just have a thing with trains." You give her your best smile and a thumbs up. She tosses her hair, it's blonde, bright, and smells like the sweetest lemons you can imagine. She has on a dark orange sweater, denim jeans, and black sneakers.

"Honestly? Me too." She winks at you. It's a mesmerizing gesture due to the dazzling nature of her icy blue eyes. "I get motion sick easily, wish they had a spell for that." Diana chuckles and unwraps a pastrami sandwich. Should she really be eating if she gets motion sick easily? Oh well, you're not one to judge. The door to your compartment opens, a raven haired girl is standing there. "Can I come in?" her voice is smooth and cool, she's wearing a medium length black skirt with a navy blue blazer on top. Her legs are wrapped up in black pantyhose and she has on a pair of expensive looking white heels. The hottest witches that you can find. You do an internal fist pump and say. "Of course."

Diana smiles and welcomes the girl as well. Right, two bombshell girls and one compartment, if there was a spell to create a spontaneous threesome, you would **** for it right now. The three of you chatter away as the train chugs and sputters across the grassy hills of wherever you're going. The gentle movement of the train and the chugging of the gears and cogs lulls you into a quiet peace, you ruminate on your journey. The school's location was changed after the numerous attacks held against it over the years, now it has gotten to the point where the location isn't given out to even the parents nor is it told to the students. You also learn more about Diana and Coral (that's her name) over the course of an hour, both seem well informed, well off and well prepared for their stay at Hogwarts. A far cry from yourself, you're all alone on this journey, no parents, no friends, no one to fall back on. After your grandpa left you went about hopping from tutor to tutor, trying to scrounge up whatever magic you could, most people need esteemed recommendations from members of the wizarding community in order to get an invite to Hogwarts. You're aware being given your letter by a random man in a dark hood is, strange, suspicious even (especially when everyone else got theirs from a fucking owl), but the hungry don't ask questions. So you took your ticket to Heaven and ran with it. You don't tell them any of this, it's just something that hangs over you. So you smile when they talk about their homes and plans to visit their family during the breaks, and you try not to look jealously at their very full coin purses.

"So, I have to ask. What houses are you guys hoping to be placed in?" Coral looks both of you in the eyes. Hers are dark brown, warm and cozy. Diana answers immediately. "Gryffindor. If I don't get in I'll walk back out." Diana smiles but you don't think she's joking. "Well you're certainly decisive. I'd like to end up in Ravenclaw if possible, though I won't be walking out any doors if I'm placed anywhere else." Ravenclaw, Coral seems like the curious type, she's been a nonstop stream of questions and facts about magic. Not that you mind, her little tidbits are quite helpful. "And you Turner?"