The Hogwarts Express was louder than y/n expected. Scarlet steam curled past the windows as the train lurched forward, carrying y/n farther away from the flat Carolina farmland she’d grown up on. Y/n clutched her ticket a little tighter, heart pounding in rhythm with the tracks beneath her feet. North Carolina felt very far away now. Back home, her life had been split between two kinds of storms. Magic and Non Magic