Moving to the UK from the States was an issue on its own— much more so now that you’d joined Hogwarts. while they also had four houses students were sorted into, there was still a noticeable difference between Ilvermorny and this school.

Somehow, and for some reason, you had piqued Reginald Barnes’ interest, with whom you had become something near friends. In his words, you were far more tolerable than the majority of students.

The relationship eventually started growing. He’d let you borrow his coat whenever you were cold, and—as much as he hated it— couldn’t help but let out a giggle at your jokes. Not that they were the next revelation of the humoristic entertainment industry, but it was you who was telling it.

Snowflakes fell over the fields of the outside of the castle, as the pair of you made your way to the local town. A comment slipped from your mouth, about how you found it funny that in the UK, people drove from their left. Just a little something that caught your attention after seeing a wizard drive one of those flying cars.

Reginald’s eyebrows rose in amusement, the slight drops of snow every time more visible as they settled on his inky hair, creating a clear contrast. his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he shook his head with a chuckle. “You’re so American…”