He'd known what she was before he'd even had a name to assign to it – born of muggles, mudblood. Her eyes had given her away during their first night beneath the star strewn ceiling of the Great Hall. Flickering and wide and often times only seconds away from brimming over with tears, Tom knew the signs like the back of his hand even if he didn't know her particular shade of brown

It's 1944 and Florence Allman is set to debut to the Wizarding Society of the Southeastern United States in less than a year, which means in less than a year she will be eligible for marriage. Except that she's not ready for that, she thinks. She transfers to Hogwarts for her final year of excitement and education, but Britain is different from Georgia... and there's this boy...