Well. She doesn't have to take her House seriously. She determines quickly that her year mates are- not ideal, but at least mostly tolerable; older students are to be avoided. Carefully. She stays out of their way, and they ignore her. She approves of this setup all around.
Her first day does not get off to a good start. Binns is still teaching History of Magic (and how long has he been doing that? Alli's pretty sure her grandparents were in his class) and she cannot for the life of her summon the energy to care. He's not teaching her anything witches don't learn around the age they learn to talk, not yet. She slumps on her desk and ignores him. He ignores her right back. Small blessings, she supposes.
She arrives in Charms class not terribly optimistic. Ravenclaws are smart, they want to be good at everything. Sharing a class with them is not hardly going to make her look good. Oh well. Maybe there will be Ravenclaws who are more bearable than her housemates, that would at least improve her day.
She tromps over to a desk and slouches down to wait for class to start. Her books are in something of a careless pile, but they are at least all present (unlike a couple of the other Slytherins). The others do not quite avoid her, but there's a good number of empty desks near her. She hasn't bothered to join any of the budding cliques, and they don't really know what to do with her.
"The Owly is the Oceanic Wizarding Lyceum and it's for Australians and Kiwis and such. I lived in Australia for the last while before moving back here this summer. The Owly sent me a letter and I was all set to go there instead of here until Renée moved us back again after the war was over."
"That explains it. Is it true all the animals in Australia are super deadly?" Alli sounds far more fascinated than scared by this prospect.
"Not all of them. Koalas are harmless! Renée did make me carry an antivenom potion if I was going somewhere alone but I never needed it."
"Someday," Alli says dreamily. "Someday, I will travel. That is now officially my Slytherin Ambition."
She starts shoving her books into her bag, not paying any particular attention to how they're arranged as long as they go in. "Thanks for being interesting," she says brightly. "Made class suck way less."
And the Ravenclaws go back to their House to do homework, until it is time to go out for Astronomy.
A few days later, Professor Reed is in her classroom, putting papers on desks while she waits for the Ravenclaws to arrive. It took some fiddling to get her usual Defense Against the Dark Arts curriculum to match the British one, but Tamara is satisfied with what she's managed to put together. Now, time to test it out.
"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts, class," she greets them once they have all settled in at their desks. "I'm Professor Reed and I'll be your Defense teacher for the foreseeable future. You have a curriculum for the year on your desk; to start out, today we'll be working on the Knockback Jinx. Does anyone have any questions before I begin the demonstration?"
"A wild Dementor?" exclaims Miranda.
She looks around, and sighs, trying not to look too stern. They escaped the war in America; the children have every right to be scared. But if they experiment with spells that are beyond them, they will hurt themselves, Ravenclaws or no.
She does not make more of a fuss about it during this class period.
(She also does not aim her chimaera wand at any of her classmates while studying the Knockback Hex.)
Meanwhile, as class ends, Emma and Jenny are on their way the library. Jenny has declared herself overwhelmed by homework and "taking a unicorn break", with Emma has agreeing to accompany her on the condition that she be allowed to keep working. Jenny has no problem with this. There will be plenty of unicorn books to occupy her, she's sure.
"Hi, guys," says Karen.
"Hey," Emma says. Then, because she is far less distracted by unicorns, "What're you guys up to?"
"I'm browsing because my homework is all done and Miranda is reading about Dementors in kind of a panic because she didn't know until Defense that they've gone wild recently."
"But- we're safe at Hogwarts, right?" Emma asks, somewhere between hopeful, confused and worried.