Into the first class!

woke up in my cabin in Kentucky, when a strange small 6 legged cat bit my ear and rolled a letter to me with his paws. "Oh… a baby wampus? Their must be some real budget cuts this year from MUCUSA… I was 21 years old but spent my life in No-Mag school going into Forestry for college under a guise for a potentially Normal life but due to outbursts of magic emotionally I feared becoming an Obscuras so I had decided to enroll in Night classes.

Welcome to Ilvermorny!

Welcome to Ilvermorny Witchcraft and Wizardry Night school! You may have missed childhood classes but that was not your only chance to learn! We sent a Wampus kitten due to all of our Owls currently in training so we must apologize if he was a little "Playful". Being an Animagi we would appreciate if you show up in human form to keep others at ease you will need the following:

- A Familiar indigenous to North America

- Wizarding attire

- Wand creation supplies or your own wand

- 1,000 Galleons to purchase needed herbs, plants and books as you progress your courses

- MACUSA ID

- Proof of Parentage

"Damn they want more each year!" I thought to myself rummaging through a chest in my Cabin for Gold and Legal papers. I was distinct and a bit Illegal as I was a Metamorphagous not an Animagi, something my family kept from MACUSA as a means of emergency protection. I had Nigerian and Scottish descent and due to African transfiguration abilities during slavery, usually used for passing themselves as White and The many Animagus Europeans at the time, the DNA became slightly unstable in the unions of the 2 giving birth to Metamorphagus children. I considered this both advantage and disadvantage as Puberty for Metamorphagous children was highly difficult in No-Mag society as involuntary shapeshifting happened quite often through mood fluctuations but that was neither here nor there. Right now the worry was about getting my supplies.

Heading down to Louisville, KY I found the Slugger museum and late at night, grabbed my Heirloom wand and tapped the worlds largest baseball bat drawing runes on the bat with my wand. I walked through to find himself in the U.S. night market, a place my Uncle took me at a young age. They had everything from Quills that never ran dry to many Familiars that were needed for young students. Aaron took time looking through scrolls and maps of Wizarding America taking special note for geological maps showing how much of every type of ore and gem was avaliable at any given time. I had bought it for 50 Galleons and went to find my famaliar until one caught my eye, a Red Fox with a Black tipped tail and muzzle. "C'mere 'lil guy, I won't hurt ya!" I was registered to the ministry as a Fox animagus so I shifted into one and sat in front of the Fox. "Would you like to learn Magic with me Mr. Fox?"

"Ha, Mr. Fox… haven't heard that in a long while. Shouldn't you be about 10 years younger to have me as an assistant?"

"Yes, usually but I grew up in a No-Mag school system. What is your name Mr. Fox?"

"Inari and will you stop calling me Mr.? I am only 25 years old in human years! I would love to join you in your education if you give me some freedoms!"

I shifted back into my Chestnut skin and black curly hair and deep onyx eyes. "Sly little Fox, aren't we Inari?" The Fox just nodded in response with a happy cackling noise.

I walked back out with my new friend and my wand in pocket, an Ebony wand with multicultural runes in ivory covering it at around 14 inches given to me by my Mother. "The Creole's Wand" covered in storm runes and shapeshifting runes over it. I am Epileptic and often when the wand felt my aura is unstable it shifted into a cane to help me walk. Filled with a ThunderBat's fur and with Echolocative abilities, that is if it felt like helping at the time. A wand making student chased him down and asked for a photograph of the wand so he could create diagrams. The wand hissed with electricity and started to vibrate creating small arcs of electricity towards the young man.

"That wand belongs to me you selfish biracial bastard!" I ran to the Museum and out of the bat near the road, Inari jumped on my shoulders as I got on my Harley to ride back into Faubush with everything in tow. The wandmaker looked familiar, Sunglass covered eyes with an inky black Buzzcut. Bastard…

July 1st came and so did adult sorting but I guess that goes in my next journal entry.