Mac was a rather unconventional young woman to the untrained eye; or if you were just staring at her. With her long, slightly curled, bright blue, purple and hot pink colored hair, bright ocean eyes, perfectly level cheek bones, bubble gum lips, 5'8" height and athletically developed frame, she is seen as a beautiful vixen. Her fair skin was sun kissed just enough to give her an ethereal glow in the light which had many mistake her as a rather large fairy; even with a constant impassive pout upon her face. This misinterpretation of her being often angered the girl, to which then people would see something flare within her hypnotizing eyes that petrified them.

A pop of lime green bubble gum caught the attention of about three people who then tugged at the attention of the people next to them to watch the person walking by. Bouncing, strangely colored curls swayed to the heavy steps of black slouch buckle boots that covered purple stripe thigh high socks. Black fingerless gloves wrapped around the lime green and yellow strap of the letter messenger bag slung over bare shoulders. Two sparrow tattoos and a tribal glyph were exposed because of the leopard print lace up corset which lead to a skinny studded belt and plain jean skirt. The jingling of dog tags hung from around the naked neck of this person as black rimless shades covered their eyes. This body carried itself to a brick column where the mismatched curls spun around to have their back face the pillar as they watched while they slipped through the concealed platform opening. One last pop of gum and to the other world they were gone.

The stares continued even within the platform of the enchanted train, as if seeing someone with oddities was new to them. Standing in a corner, away from the mass amounts of people, the black leather bound fingers gripped the zipper of the bag and pulled it open. Reaching one hand into the bright green bag and the other into their back pocket, a hand full of tiny luggage was barely seen, even by the one who had cast the charm. Pulling out a bone white wand, the luggage was set on the ground and with a wave and a whisper the luggage enlarged to normal size. It wasn't long after, that a large black owl with a single white spot over its left eye screeched in its decent towards the strangely dressed teen. The iron door to the owl's cage opened and it gracefully swooped in to perch on the lone swing.

"Good of you to join me Axiom," a smile finally crossing the pouted lips of the girl who held the voice; her voice of speak holding an obvious, but slight, American tone to it. The owl hooted in response, giving a slight flap of its wings before settling comfortably into its cage.

Placing her wand back into the back pocket of her skirt, she zipped up her shoulder bag and hauled her stuff towards the train to place it in storage. After doing that, she and her owl boarded the train, taking an unoccupied compartment and getting comfortable in her seat. Throwing her bag beside her, she opened it up and pulled out a few things to keep her entertained on the long ride to her destination. She place two ear buds into her ears and turned on the music player that instantly began blasting music into her inner ear and drowning out the sounds of everything else. Dropping her boot clad feet onto the seat in front of her, she dragged a book out of her bag and onto her lap and began reading.

A tug from the train told her that they were moving down the tracks now. Even with the sudden jolt forward, she didn't stop reading as her head bobbed to the rhythm of her music. The only time she moved from her comfort was when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the glass door slide open. Three teens her own age were standing at the mouth of the door for a moment before they shuffled in. In response to this, Mac removed her booted feet from the seat in front of her; the soles thumping loudly against the wooden floor. Not caring who they were, she didn't make a move to even try and know; not even bothering to look at them. She couldn't hear anything with the music blaring against her mind and only knew to turn down her music when her eyes caught a glimpse of them staring at her, through the tinted glass of her rimless sunglasses.

She cocked a brow at the staring before resting an arm onto her open book and taking out one ear bud, "What?"

"Um…" one of the two boys started with a nervous lick of his lips. She watched them look between each other before the red headed boy looked back at her, "Who are you?" he asked finally.

"What's it to you?" she asked back as her answer to his question, a slight hint of suspicion in her tone.

The other boy spoke up, "Nothing, just curious," he replied with a slight shake of his head. She noted his round glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose just a bit after this action. Behind her glasses her eyes flickered up to the strange scar on this boy's forehead, before looking back between the lot of them.

"Hn," was all she replied with before placing the ear bud back into her ear. Leaning back in her seat, she took back to reading and ignoring the trio and their animals. They seemed to feel slightly awkward about her, which she didn't care about.

To Mac it seemed to take days to finally get to the station before heading to the 'prestigious' Hogwarts School of Wizarding. She didn't understand what was so great about it. Of course, she didn't grow up in London which is of course why she wouldn't have known. Stepping onto the platform, now dressed in the standard girl's uniform, she began to make her way to the crowd of kids when she was stopped by a giant of a man with a bushy, graying wiry beard. Having taken off her sunglasses now that it was dark, her enchanting blue eyes looked up at him and his lantern. There was a gruff sound beside him and her eyes quickly turned to a wrinkly mastiff dog sitting beside his large leg. She cringed slightly at the mass amounts of slobber, her nose twitching a bit.

"Um, can I help you?" she asked, looking back at him and having to crane her neck back to see him properly.

"Yeh be Mackenna Vale?" his booming voice asked her as he peered down at her over his bushy beard.

"Depends on who's asking," she replied with a guarded tone.

"Oh," he seemed to jump slightly in his spot as he grinned down at her, "I'm Rubeus Hagrid an I'll be takin ya special to the castle."

Mac's face contorted a bit to the way he spoke of how he would take her to the castle, "Uh…" she droned, her eyes shifting around before settling on him, "Okay…"

She walked with this Hagrid for god knows how long! What she did know was that her feet were hurting and now all she wanted to do was go to bed. The flat shoes she was wearing weren't good at supporting the feet. With a groan and roll of her eyes, she continued to follow this giant oaf on his long 'stroll' to the massive castle. When they finally made it to the Great Hall, she could hear voices coming from inside the large oak doors. Following behind the large man, he opened the doors to hundreds of students sitting at four different tables and the teachers sitting at the head of the room. A moment after they began their walk down the middle of the room, hundreds of eyes were on her and the Headmaster stepped up to a podium.

"If I could have your attention please!" he bellowed and instantly all eyes were on him. Hagrid left the girl for the teacher's table and her attention turned to the aged man standing in front of them all, "We would like to welcome a student from our American brethren at The Salem Witches Institute to Hogwarts!" He motioned towards the stool sitting in front of the podium and the old patched up hat sitting on the said stool.

With a heavy sigh, Mac walked up to the stool and picked up the hat, placing it on her head as she sat down, "Ah!" it spoke, delving deep into her psyche. She could feel it twist against her head, "Hmm, yes, I see…" it twisted a few more times, "You're a very intelligent witch, a very smart witch indeed, but your courage is something I've never seen before! Maybe you're just bullheaded…" Mac scoffed in agreement to his observation. "A very loyal and hard working one and extremely resourceful. But the bravery and sheer nerve that you posses is simply astounding!" he paused she sighed again, "Gryffindor!" the hat finally exclaimed.

At this announcement the Gryffindor table erupted in cheers and clapping hands, with the occasional whistle. Headmaster Dumbledore spoke one last time before the beginning of the school year feast began. The tables were soon lined with chatter from friends seeing each other again and people trying to make new friends. Mac however, while sitting quietly between two girls, wasn't participating in the festivities. Surrounded by food, a certain smell caught her attention. Ignoring everyone around her, she sniffed the air to try and find the location of the smell, with her eyes dancing around the large hall. She could hear people try and get her attention to make friends with her and ask her pointless questions, and when she wouldn't answer she could hear them sneer at her for being rude.

She scoured every inch of the room before finally her eyes rested upon a man sitting at the teachers table. He looked absolutely defeated and tired, with shaggy brown hair hanging just about his eyes, dulling blue eyes, a thin mustache the same color as his hair, neat but very worn in clothes covering his thin frame and the slightest sight of scratches across his face. When she finally met his eyes she noticed that he was staring back at her. Something in his eyes caught her attention and unnerved her, causing her to look away from him slowly as if she were nervous that he was looking at her. When she no longer felt the penetrating gaze of the older man, she ventured another glance and this time earning the look of the Headmaster and the darker teacher sitting next to the one she was looking at. At this sudden reacting of her stare, she turned back to her table and carried on with the feast.