Chapter 3:
Marisa's POV
After my plane landed I was sent to a near by taxi place to get a ride to the school. I set my luggage down and took a deep breath. Taking the new country in.
A taxi man yelled my name kindly with his English accent slipping through his lips, "Marisa Rutter!"
"I'm over here!" I wave and walk over to him and he kindly takes my bags.
"Ahh we have an American, don't we?" He asked jokingly.
I laughed, "Yeah, how could ya tell? The American Flag Tee-Shirt? The accent?" He laughed and opened the door for me and I hopped in.
"Is this your first time in England?" The driver asked.
"Yes, my father grew up her and both of my parents went to the boarding school I'll be attending."
We continued to talk till we arrived at the school.
"Woah...well welcome to Hogwarts!" I laughed remembering when I talk about Britain Harry Potter or One Direction is always involved.
We reached an old house, right when I saw it I knew what it was and what it was capable of. I grabbed my luggage and headed to the House of Anubis.
