My very first fanfic ever! Please be kind.

Anyway this is also followed with Joslyn's fic, which she has yet to put up. Instead of it being Annaleigh's point of veiw however it is Alexandretta's.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Wicked, Wizard of Oz, or whatever other works appear in this story. If I did I would not be writing on this site and actually making money off of my work. However I co-own Annaleigh, Alexandretta, Carina, and Ismarina with my fellow Stooge, Joslyn.

Enjoy :)

Chapter One: The Trip at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

"I actually made it! I didn't crash through!" I shrieked, causing the hustle and bustle of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters to stop what they're doing to stare at me. I feel my cheeks grow warm from blushing as I continue to walk towards the train. I wish my mother was here, she would be all the confidence I need. Instead she is still in Paris taking care of business that suddenly cropped up, being a well-known fashion designer for both the wizarding world as well as the muggle world can be a balancing act after all. At least my dad walked me to the platform and said his tearful farewells before I disappeared through the barrier.

All this thinking has distracted me from my surroundings and suddenly the ground slip beneath my pair of Gucci heels. The ground is hard and the sting of scrapped knees welcomes me to concrete. I hope no one has took notice of my lack of grace. My blush increases as I pull myself up, pretending that nothing has happened.

In her carrier, my lovely white cat Eurydice looks at me with a mocking gaze. If cats could talk I know she would be chalk full of insults for every one of my misadventures.

The smoke of the engines drifts through the platform and grows thicker as I near the train. By now I'm estatic, but the feeling of nerves sets in the pit of my stomach as I realize that I know not a soul here. I still cannot believe my mom would insist upon me going to a British school instead of Beauxbatons, at least there I would know someone.

I pass by a few compartments before finding a basically empty one save for a girl with her nose into a book. She has a casual look about her in her ripped jeans and T-shirt. For a moment I just stand outside pondering on whether I should join her or not, then I am met with a pair of glaring green eyes. She's glaring at me for Merlin's sake! I hope whatever she's reading is good because she won't have much more entertainment than that. She seems a bit unfriendly.

I turn away and watch as a group of three in peculiar attire pass by. The shortest of the group, a blonde boy with a sunkissed face tries to keep in step with his friends, at least I can assume they are friends. The tallest boy of the group catches from the way he carries himself with an air of dignity. He is dark skinned with the most peculiar blue diamond tattoos lined along his face and down his neck that seemed to continue from there, I blush, he is quite handsome, I wonder what his heritage is?

The girl next to him has all of my attention now. She is a pretty girl, petite, with a mane of elegant blonde curls. Her smile is like sunshine to everyone that passes her. She seems like a fun person to be around and I absolutely love her clothes!

"Cute skirt," I say, admiring the cream A-line that adorns her developing curves.

She flashes me a smile. "Oh my Oz!" whatever 'Oz' is. "Is that a Lionheart original?" she points to my light blue sundress.

"Yes," I smile. "You seem to know fashion."

The girl holds out her hand, meaning for me to take. "Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands. And this is," she smiles brightly to the tattooed boy, "is Prince Fiyero Tiggular. And this is Biq—"

"Boq." The blonde boy corrects her.

"Right," she smiles. I like her, she seems sweet.

I offer my name. "Annaleigh Lionheart." Suddenly Galinda's face brightens up even more, if that is even humanly possible.

"Oh, really! Are you for real?" She pulls me into a tight hug. "Oh, you must share a compartment with us!" We file into the first empty compartment we can find. Galinda sits herself next to me and jabbers away.

I look over to the seats across from us. Fiyero seems relaxed about the whole ordeal while Boq looks so anxious that I fear he is not taking in enough oxygen.

"So," Galinda squeaks, "what house do you think you'll be sorted into? I hope for Gryffindor of course but I'm sure the other houses are just as nice."

I think for a moment. "I'm not really sure. My mom was a Gryffindor so perhaps I'll be placed there too."

"Ah, good old Gryffindor," sighs Fiyero. "I'm sure that would be a good fit for me."

"All the more reasons to be a Gryffindor," I hear Galinda mumble under her breath.

Boq is becoming anxious again. "W-well," he stammers, "I come from a l-long line of H-hufflepuffs." He looks towards Galinda and blushes. "B-but I'm s-sure Gryffindor would b-be n-nice too."

We continue to talk long after the train departs. Nothing seems to stop Galinda's gift of gab until the snack trolley finally comes our way. We buy our favorites, I a Pumpkin Pastey, and ate in silence. It seems that my little blonde friend finds manners important for she talks only between bites.

A knock was heard from outside our door and a tearful boy stepped inside. He was a rather round with a baby face that I could only hope would mature.

"Sorry," he said, "have you seen a toad by any chance? I lost him." The poor boy looked broken-hearted. I felt for him. If I ever lost Eurydice I'm sure I would be in the same state.

I shake my head. "Sorry, he'll turn up I'm sure. Would you like some help to look for him?"

"Oh, n-no," he sighs. "Another girl is helping me out. Hermione, I think. But t-thanks," he turns out the door.

Galinda turns to me. "Why Miss Annaleigh, you are quite kind it seems."

"What would you?" I ask her.

Her smile fades. "Well why on earth would I go searching or an icky toad anyway?" Perhaps Miss Blondie isn't as nice as I originally thought her to be.

"I feel sorry for him," says Boq. I can only agree with him.

Moments after the boy left, a girl with bushy brown hair and already in her Hogwarts robes bursts into our compartment.

"Have you seen a toad?" I didn't like her tone of voice. It seems bossy, as if she feels that she is superior.

"Sorry, no," Fiyero answers her.

The girl sighs. "Well if you see him, come find me." She looks over us in disgust, "why aren't you in your robes? We'll be arriving soon!" And with that she hurries away.

"Lovely," says Fiyero. "Well there's one person I'm not too fond of already."

With a clap of her hands, Galinda is on her feet at shooing the boys out. "What? Did I say something?" Fiyero asks.

"That girl said we're arriving soon. We need to get our robes on as well. Out!" she commands as she throws the boys' clothes that were so neatly hung up moments ago. They stumble out of our compartment and run into the girl who glared at me earlier. I almost didn't recognize her without a book in her hand.

"Hello!" she roars, causing poor Boq to jump. "Can't you see I'm—woah!" She has noticed Fiyero's tattoos and seems completely taken by them.

"S-sorry," Boq repeats in apology to the girl as she rushes off in a huff. As Galinda closes the door we fall into a fit of giggles before changing into our robes.

So what do you think? Good? Wonderful? Trash? Should I keep my day job? Maybe not that last one...

Next up: An unfortunate boat ride involving Bigfoot, an elementalist, and a tidal wave.