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How did you get your Hogwarts Letter?

We know it's an exciting thing for a 1st Year student to finally get their letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And we'd like to hear your story of how your student finally got his or her letter. Please post below, telling us as little or as much as you would like.

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Jai Singh

The floorboard creaked underneath the weight of Jai’s body and he froze. His face was tensed up in a wince, with one eye squeezed shut, and the other eye roving to make sure none of the house elves or ayahs came running at the sound. After waiting three seconds, Jai decided he was safe, and proceeded even more delicately. He could hear the sound of movement coming from the kitchen, and it brought a smile to his face.

 

Jai liked to wake up early and perch in the shadows of the staircase. He had found it was the perfect spot, giving him a relatively unobstructed view of the kitchen area, with the exception of a few nooks and crannies. But his parents rarely drifted there. Usually, they hovered close to the island, exchanging quiet whispers that carried loud enough for Jai to make out about half of what they were saying.

 

No one else at Vaishali Park liked to wake up early. Not even on Christmas, which was torture for Jai and his younger sister, Aanya. Jai wasn’t terribly keen on early mornings either, but he loved to watch his parents. They acted very differently in the quiet hours of the early morning, bathed in the soft glow of golden sunlight. In public, they were reserved and stoically beautiful, perhaps even a bit stiff. But these mornings were their opportunity to relax and allow their true selves to emerge. Jai thought it was beautiful to witness.

 

He watched carefully as his mother began kneading the dough for the parathas, and his father turned on the stove, reaching for the potatoes. Jai licked his lips. The past couple of mornings, breakfast had been quite sparse, thanks to his mother’s big event. But that had been hosted last night, and now here she was in the kitchen, making breakfast for the whole family.

 

Jai liked these little moments, the displays of tenderness and affection between his parents. He couldn’t explain why it meant so much to him. He had tried explaining to Aanya once, but she looked at him like he had grown a second head. Jai didn’t know what compelled him to climb out of his warm bed each morning, and sit on the cold marble, halfway down the stairs. But it was worth it to watch his parents.

 

And since he was always the first to breakfast, he always got the first pick.

 

“Vijay,” Jai’s mother had been softly humming, but she stopped, staring at something that Jai couldn’t see from his position on the stairs. Her eyes were wide though, and they even looked a bit sad, but that might have been a trick of the light. She reached up to push a tendril of dark hair aside, and streaked flour across her face in doing so. “Vijay, there’s an owl at the window.”

 

Jai breathed in sharply. He tried to argue with himself, and stay calm. There were a dozen different reasons there could be an owl at the window. Literally, there were dozens of people at Vaishali Park. But work post usually went to his parents’ offices - and the same could be said for the rest of the working adults in the family. Correspondence between Jai’s cousins and sisters and their various Hogwarts flings and love interests went straight to them -- Seema, in particular, would die of embarrassment if a letter from her boyfriend was delivered to the kitchen.

 

He had been expecting his Hogwarts letter for days now. Jai hoped it would have come on his birthday, but his parents told him it was a bit too early in July for that. But this could be it. His letter could be here. Jai had never been quite so focused on the kitchen as he was right now. He watched his father carefully wipe his hands on a dish cloth, and move over to the window, out of Jai’s line of sight, with the careful intentionality that characterized his gait. Jai wanted to scream at him to move faster, but that would give away his position.

 

He heard soft the soft movements of his father untying whatever was tied to the owl’s leg, and then the quiet hoo of the owl. There was a telltale rustle, and Jai knew the owl had flown away.

 

“Jai.”

 

He couldn’t contain his gasp. His mother was looking straight at him, with a small smile tucked into the corners of her lips. “Would you like to read your Hogwarts letter?”

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Benevolence Bennet

Although it was summer, it was a bleak day on the tiny island of St Agnes, and rain was splattering in short fits against the windowpane when Benevolence woke up.  For a while, she grumpily did nothing but pull the blankets closer around herself, burrowing into the pillow. Maybe she could get away with going back to sleep, and having a lazy morning, since the weather was too grim for her to be allowed to go and play in the woods today.

 

She should have known a lie-in was too good to be true, though; across the room that she shared with one of her sisters, the other bed was empty, and the chatter of her family downstairs at breakfast was already drifting through the air.  “Benevolence,” came a voice; not shouted up the stairs, as that would be far too uncouth, despite the fact that the small size of their house meant you could practically hear someone on the polar opposite side without them having to raise their voice at all.  No, her stepmother’s voice was coming from the doorway, where the woman herself stood, looking impatient. “Are you not up yet?” Benevolence faked a very loud yawn, as if she’d only just woken up, and hadn’t been laying in bed for ages to avoid getting up.  “Come on, or breakfast will get cold.”

 

Benevolence made a few half-hearted motions to begin getting out of her bed, but it was rather clear her heart wasn’t in it.  Her stepmom must have sensed as such, because all of a sudden, she withdrew one of the hands tucked behind her back; between her fingers was a thick piece of parchment.  “Oh, and there’s a letter for you, when you’re ready.”

 

Benevolence’s eyes lit up, and she immediately shoved her duvet back, leaping out of bed and landing sock-footed on the floorboards.  Her Hogwarts letter! Bennie had never received a letter from anybody other than her grandmother in Japan, and that wasn’t Miyazaki stationary, so it had to be her Hogwarts letter.  She’d been waiting with baited breath all summer to see when it would turn up!  She made a grab for it, but her stepmom raised her arm too high to Bennie to reach, tutting.


“Uh, uh, you can have it after you get dressed and come down for breakfast.  Oh, and for Salazar’s sake, run a brush through that owl’s nest you call hair.”  It wasn’t said with cruelty, just the practical and appearance-worried nature that was typical of her stepmom, so Bennie didn’t protest.  She just raced off to get ready, her mind only on one thing: going down to breakfast and getting her hands on that Hogwarts letter. For once, she was more concerned about the post than she was about food.

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Miles Fiddler

Ever since the summer rolled around, Miles became obsessed with paying attention to any owls flying towards the Fiddler household. Being born to a witch and wizard, Miles knew all about Hogwarts. Magic was not foreign to him by any means either. Thus, he knew he'd be receiving his acceptance letter to the wizarding institution any day now, and Miles wanted to ensure he was around the second his letter came in the post for him.

 

While some other students his age would be totally surprised by the news, Miles would not be. Oddly, this didn't really bother him all that much. He enjoyed surprises just like any other eleven year-old child, but he didn't need to be surprised about this. He just needed the letter in his grasp as that would help make the realization more palpable that he'd be boarding the Hogwarts Express in a couple of days.

 

After much anticipation, the day had finally arrived. Miles noticed an obscure owl, one which he'd never seen in the area before, swoop towards the kitchen window. Before he even got to see the mail itself, Miles knew it was his acceptable letter. Practically flying down the stairs and into the kitchen, Miles' eyes widened instantly as he saw an envelope placed on one of the windowsills. He rushed towards the window, grabbed the enveloped, and looked at the press seal on the back. It was the Hogwarts crest.

 

He finally had his letter.

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Gideon Knight

‘Squib’ was a word that Gideon never said aloud -- unless, of course, it was to tease his younger siblings. But he couldn’t help the worry, vague and unfounded though it was, that somehow something had happened between now and his first signs of accidental magic. It made little sense, he knew, because of course he had magic and would be going to Hogwarts. His parents had. Magnolia had. So he, too, would.

 

It was just taking so long.

 

Every morning that summer so far, the boy had taken to watching for the post despite its (too) early arrival. He wanted to get to it first, to know his own fate first, but so far it had led to nothing but disappointment. The owl he recognized, and the ones he didn’t, had brought nothing but proper post. Adult post at  that, like the newspaper, which was something he cared nothing for and came to resent soon enough. Why did that come every day, when his letter had not?

 

Scowling as a few owls clustered at the now open window, Gideon watched as their house elf began to collect all of the letters. “Well?” he said, already grouchy, as Poppy turned to him. Her large ears twitched, a toothy grin splitting across her lips, and she held out an envelope for him to take. “Young master has a letter!”

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Mathilde van Dijk

Mathilde was always ecstatic when it came to her birthday but this year, she couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. She’d be turning eleven and that meant she would either be getting her Hogwarts letter like Floris and Doutzen or she would be a Squib like her parents. She didn’t really mind either way, Squib like could be fun she imagined. She wouldn’t have to leave mama and papa and she could spend her days in the garden but she’d miss her siblings. However, if she ended up getting her letter, she’d get to go off to Hogwarts with Floris and Doutzen and learn to be a witch but she’d have to leave her mama and papa behind. Both seemed to be the right answer but both also seemed to be the wrong answers too.

Mathilde had spent that morning in the garden, pulling herbs and flowers for mama to make some of her potions. The sun was scorching but it didn’t bother her. She welcomed the rays of heat. Her birthday, for the most part, felt like any other year. Her siblings were home from school since it was July, her parents did their usual work around the home and yard but there was an edge to today. She knew what they were all thinking. Would all three Van Dijk children end up magical?

The eleven year old thought about it so much that it made her head hurt and instead of focusing on something she couldn’t control, the girl decided to enjoy her birthday with her family. She wasn’t a huge fan of sweet things so instead, she asked for a birthday veggie casserole and pumpkin loaf for dinner. As the day came to an end and the family gathered around the table, Mathilde started to accept the realization that maybe, she wouldn’t get to go to Hogwarts. The girls heart sunk slightly but just as it did a tapping came from the kitchen window. Her eyes lit up as she saw the huge white owl at the window holding a letter.  Running over, the girl opened the window and noticed the shining seal on the letter. It was from Hogwarts!! Mathtilde raced over to take the letter from the owl and hold it in front of her family like a trophy, a huge smile spreading her face from ear to ear.

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Josephine Roy

As far as days went, this one didn't start any differently from the rest. Josephine woke up, got dressed immediately, (because not even at breakfast could a single hair be out of place) and ate, sitting across from her twin sister, the same way she always did. The interloper was there as well, but as she had been for the past year, Josephine Roy pointedly ignored the girl she was supposed to call her half-sister. As far as Josie was concerned, she had one sister and one brother and no one else who could, or should, be considered part of her family. It wasn't kind, but it was a function of the world she lived in and she refused to allow that world to be shattered unnecessarily.

 

Her time with her piano was next. Ivory and ebony keys flowed under her fingers alike, her posture on the cushioned bench correct, upright, perfect. Perfection was not something Josie strove for in any aspect of her life other than music - music was where her talent shone. So it was with some frustration that a knock on the door to the music room came and she turned, smoothing over her irritation with a placid smile, to call for it to be opened. One of the house elves appeared, carrying a letter on a silver tray, but Josie didn't need to read it to know exactly what the contents were and she squealed, jumping off the bench and nearly knocking over the poor creature in her excitement to snatch the cream-coloured envelope up, the green script so familiar; she remembered when Elias had received his and she knew what the words would be before reading them, but still, she read them aloud to herself.

 

"Congratulations Miss Roy. It is our pleasure to extend to you an invitation to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

 

Breathing deeply, Josie looked up. She had to find Rosie.
 

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Amity Johnson

That morning, Amity woke up to the sound of something crushing and to the smell of something burning and while it would have been worrying to some, Amity knew that it could only possibly mean one thing. Marcus Johnson was trying to cook. The blonde girl buried her head in her pillow for one second longer than she had, the sound of a groan mixed with laugh leaving her lips before Amity finally rolled herself out of her bed. Every year was the same, on her birthday, her father would try to make something special, successfully burn a pot or two and eventually give up and take her for breakfast at the Three Broomsticks.

 

It was their ritual by this point.

 

“Dad?” she called out, her long nightdress flapping around her feet as she made the short way from her room to the kitchen. “Still have all your fingers?” her words were accompanied with a small laugh.

 

There was another crush and Amity was just in time to see a bowl filled with some kind of cream clatter across the floor. ”Also still have all of my hair, nothing on fire,” he answered her with a small smile, moving to pick up his wand from the table.

 

“Apart from the pancakes?” she asked, pointing at the stove and laughing as her father turned to look at them, his eyes wide. ”Apart from the pancakes,” he laughed, making it disappear with a flick of his wrist. ”I was really hoping this year would be different, read an entire book on cooking charms,” the man admitted, making Amity laugh.

 

The young witch shook her head and moved closer to wrap her arms around him in a tight hug, “you don’t have to keep trying, dad,” she told him, her voice muffled as her head was buried in his shirt. “I love you even if you can’t cook anything,” she told him. Marcus hugged her back, placing a small kiss on the top of her head. ”What am I going to do without you, my Belle?” he asked, making Amity look up to him in confusion. The wizard chuckled and stroked her cheek, ”it’s your eleventh birthday, you’re going to be leaving your old man soon.”

 

Amity sighed and hugged him again, “don’t worry, I’ll write you every day and come visit whenever I can,” she laughed. “And there’s still time until I go if I even go,” she added a bit dramatically.

 

”So you don’t want your letter?” he said, a glint in his bright eyes, holding a thick envelope above Amity’s head. The blonde quickly unwrapped herself from the hug, placing both hands on her hips and glaring up at her father. “Now you give it right here,” she told him in a stern voice. Marcus only chuckled, ”come and get it, Belle.” And so began a small chase in the kitchen, lasting until Marcus gave up and with a great dramatic fall, gave Amity her Hogwarts letter.

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Guest Evangeline Cunningham

The dinner table was set as it always was for a formal dinner. Evangeline walked swiftly down the corridor behind her little sister, “Eleanora,” She called ahead softly, “Please slow down, you know what Mother says about running in the halls!” The blonde looked back at her and Eva sighed, knowing that look all too well.

 

”You are such worry-wart Evie, have some fun!” Laughter bubbled from the nine year olds lips as she headed towards the dining room.

 

“I’m just trying to keep you-”

 

Eleanora smacked straight into a tall frame, Father.

 

“Trouble.”

 

Following her father and sister, trying her best not to feel too guilty as her sister was scolded, the three moved towards their seats. This was how it always was, the Cunningham’s three course dinner, dresses not optional for the young ladies and dessert could be taken away if warranted.

 

For the first few minutes there was silence, the sound of spoons tapping glass as they sipped their soup. Then her parents spoke, discussing what to do with Eleanora, and Ella in turn gave them a well practiced pout. Eva listened silently until the flap of wings filled the room. Owls were familiar, but not at the dinner table.

 

“What in the world?” The witch breathed, then it hit her, just as the letter flitted from the sky and onto the table in front of her nearly missing the soup.

 

“Open it! Open it!” Ella cried, as her parents shushed her but even they were too excited to be too cross.

 

“Go on then little dove,” Her father said with a rare and precious smile, “Open it.”

 

Taking the parchment in her hands, she took a deep breath and began to read aloud, “Dear Miss Evangeline Cordelia Cunningham…”


 

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Evrion Kyung

Birthday's were supposed to be magnificent affairs, that is what his mother had told him year after year, and his eleventh was turning out to be the biggest. And it was slightly overwhelming for him, though Evrion was doing well to keep his emotions in check and hidden behind a perfect mask he'd been practising for years. And he was sure his mother would be proud of it, she had taught him well in the years he had been homeschooled, but now the boy was itching for more interesting things. Hogwarts was going to be an adventure, a chance to get away from home and his parents and a chance to be a proper kid.

 

All that needed to happen was for the owl to arrive with his letter. As it was bound to. He was eleven and had grown up around magic. There was no doubt in his mind that he was magical as well, having already shown some magic when he was younger. But it was still nerve-wracking just sitting there and waiting, twiddling his thumbs as he sat up straight in the chair near the window.

 

It was a long wai1t as well, but as soon as he heard the tapping of a beak in the window his heart jumped into this throat. Evrion didn't even wait, yanking open the window to let the rather pretty snowy owl into the living room, opening a flat palm to let the letter held in it's beak drop into his waiting hand. The letter was neat across the envelope, written in green cursive ink and addressed to him. While he knew that his parents would want to be here, the giddy eleven year old couldn't wait for them, practically ripping the letter open to get to the contents.

 

He was going to Hogwarts and he couldn't be more excited about it. 

 

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Felix Dodge

Getting the mail from the post box was one of Felix’s jobs. He felt proud to be in charge of something so important. Mum always praised how nicely he stacked and sorted each letter so everyone could pick up their own pile. Of course he and his sisters never had piles. They were lucky to get the odd birthday party invitation (although they were getting a little too old for that). Felix tucked the bundle of envelopes under his arm and ran back towards his house. He needed to make sure the piles were in order before his mums returned from the store. “Move, Chloe,” he said, elbowing the older girl as she tried to block his entrance into the house.

 

Felix began sorting. He promptly threw a letter addressed to Chloe in girly handwriting over his shoulder, much to the fourteen year old’s annoyance. While the stack of letters contained the usual bills and advertisements, a hefty brown envelope caught the boy’s attention...and it was addressed to him.

 

He feverishly ripped through the parchment, wanting to know who would be sending him such an intricate letter. “MUUUUUUM? MAMAAAAN? Chloe’s being absolutely rotten again. She sent me a letter saying I’m a wizard and I have to go to wizard school.” Felix stomped off, tearing the letter in half and then again into quarters. The boy tossed the pieces over his head and sprinted after who sister. These pranks were truly getting out of hand.

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Guest Jezebel Lucas

Jez pulled on her her string bracelet that she had made in her free time. It had little pink beads on it, with a little heart in the center. The only issue was, she always had a hard time tying it around her wrist and once it was around her wrist, it seemed it always had a hard time staying on. She had to get it to the perfect knot, where it would hold for the whole entire day. Her dark brown eyes narrowed as she focused in on it, tugging the little strings with her left hand. After a few minutes, she was able to make it stay. With a silent smile to herself, she then looked back up into the mirror. Now it was time to start doing her hair.

 

“Jez! Jezebel! Come here for a moment!” yelled her father, from down the hallway. “One minute papa!” she yelled back, with her brown eyes turning back to look at her reflection. She had to at least comb the tangles on the bottom of her dark strands to look presentable. Not that she necessarily had anything to look presentable for; there was no birthday party or anything today, but still. Her morning routine was just getting even more lengthy as she was getting older and she just had to look her very best. Having just turned eleven, this was even more important, since being eleven meant that she was getting to be grown up.

 

When she at least looked decent enough, she left her room and walked down the hallway towards the den. Her father had the windows open, with the warm sun shining through the breezy white curtains. She had a sudden urge to go outside then to tend to her small pot of flowers, but instead, she looked over to her father who was holding an envelope in his hand. “Is that-” she heard herself break off, with her brown eyes widening.

 

“Ohmygoodnessohmygoodnessohmygoodness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She let out a shrill cry of happiness as she took the letter from Jeremiah’s hands.

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Guest Dorothy Lovett

Dorothy Lovett paced around the room. When the other kids got their letters for Hogwarts, she always wondered exactly what they were feeling. She had her guesses. Excitement was definitely at the top of the list. After that… nervousness. The older kids would tell stories about the wizarding school, but did they live up to reality? What could they actually expect to find there? Would they get along with the other students? What if they didn’t? After nervousness, Dottie wondered if they felt relief. Maggie’s was a foster home for magical kids. Getting that letter meant, definitely, that they had magic. 

 

Her mum had been a squib, and Miss Maggie’s parent were too, was it really possible that she was there by mistake? 

 

Every day that passed was another day closer to the school year, and another day where she didn’t get her letter. Dottie threw her elbows onto the windowsill, her chin in her hands, and stared out at the sky. “Please come,” she whispered. 

 

The sound of a broom pushing through the hall interrupted her thoughts and Dottie turned to see the house elf poke her head into the room. “All done with your chores, Miss?” The little elf squeaked.

 

Dottie nodded, “yes.” 

 

Waiting on your letter still?

 

“Yes,” she sighed, her shoulders sagging. “Has the post come yet?” 

 

Nippy shook her head, “not yet, Miss. But it should be by soon.

 

Dottie smiled and walked to the door. She was doing her best not to hover in the kitchen, but if the post would be there soon was it really so unreasonable to wait there? She darted around the broom and descended the stairs eagerly, the sound of her feet hitting the wooden steps filling the house. Miss Maggie’s voice called out from the kitchen. “Dorothy do I need to remind you not to run around?” Just by the tone of her voice, Dot knew that Miss Maggie was in a good mood. 

 

As she rounded into the kitchen and looked out the window, Dot answered, “No Miss Maggie, I’m sorry.” 

 

Miss Maggie glanced sideways at Dot, a warm smile on her face. “Don’t worry, Dear, today will be the day.” 

 

She said that every day. 

 

In the entry way, an ancient clock chimed the top of the hour, and Dot gave up on looking for the post. “Do you need help with anything else, Miss Maggie?”  

 

“Yes, Dear, could you set the table?”

 

Dottie quietly went about setting the table for lunch. Maybe today wasn’t the day, but it was still a nice one, she could still go out into the garden and enjoy the flowers. She could find her brother and play a game with him. She could find something to do. By the time Dottie walked back into the kitchen, she had a happy smile spread across her lips. “Okay Miss Ma- the post!” Dot frantically flipped through the letters until… “It’s here!” She squealed and jumped up and down. “It’s here Miss Maggie!” 

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James Luddington

James had been busy exploring the vast gardens of his grandparents’ estate, like he had done so many times before. But there had always been new areas to explore and new creatures to discover, and as long as summer was going to last, James preferred spending his day outside, in the open air.

 

He came running back to the house, thinking he should go and find Theo. He had found a special bug, and he was sure his youngest siblings would want to see it. However, upon entering the house, the boy had been stopped by his mother. “James, what did I tell you about getting mud all over the house?” She said with a shake of her head, making James’ lips quirk upward into his best smile. “Sorry mum, I promise whole heartedly that it will never happen again.” It will most likely happen tomorrow, but maybe his mum will forget the promise by then. “Before you run away again, you have received a letter,” she had informed him, offering him a fancy looking piece of parchment. Was this the letter, the one he had been waiting for the entire summer? The boy grabbed it immediately and straighten up, feeling surprisingly nervous. He opened it up, eyes skimming over the first couple lines. This was it, he was actually going to attend Hogwarts.

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Guest Aubrey Murdoch

Over the past few months, almost all of Aubrey’s friends had been celebrating their eleventh birthdays. There were pizza parties, ice cream parties, parties with animal balloons. Party, party, party.  Unlike all of her friends, she was not interested in having a party and drawing that much attention to herself. Her mother had tried to talk her into it. It would be fun, she reasoned. She would get more presents, Emilie prodded repeatedly. Her mouth was incessant, but she was not persuasive enough. The most important part of her birthday would be receiving her Hogwarts letter. She was agonizing over whether or not it would go to her mother’s or her father’s. They surely didn’t have both of her addresses. It would have been terrible if she didn’t get her letter until next time she went to her father’s, which wasn’t for another week and a half.

 

Being the birthday girl, she was able to call all of the shots. Lunch was fish and chips and dessert was frozen yogurt. Lydia had tried to make it about her, as she always did. In a sense, she was like their mother in that way. Emilie always found a way to make things about her and her feelings. For her now eleven year old daughter, it was actually kind of nice. She didn’t like much attention on her that frequently. On her birthday, especially this one, the usual rules did not apply. This was her last birthday before going to Hogwarts. She was concerned that for some reason the school would decide to reject her for some strange reason. Maybe she wasn’t actually a witch like they thought. Maybe the few situations where she exhibited magical abilities were just a coincidence, or a sham.

 

After a fun day out, the family returned to the house. “Mum, can I check the mail?” She asked, feeling anxious about everything they could be to come. Her mother, knowing why Aubrey was asking, simply pursed her lips and nodded. Emilie was still displeased at the thought of her daughter going to Hogwarts rather than remaining in muggle school. Practically bouncing at this point, she skipped over to their mailbox and opened it up. Usual mail was in the mailbox, but beneath it was a tea-stained colored envelope. It looked slightly tattered. Could this be it?she wondered while shoving her hand under the other mail and tugged the unique envelope out. It was addressed to her in beautiful calligraphy. She knew she should have gone inside and opened her mail in front of her mother, but the excitement was too great. She tore the envelop open and pulled out the letter. Inside was a letter addressed to her. This was it! She had been accepted to Hogwarts.

 

Completely elated, the young – confirmed – witch, took her letter and bolted towards the house. She excitedly called for her mother. Her adventure was not just beginning. It was all happening.

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Guest Ethan McAndrews

Ethan awoke with a start. Mint the cat had jumped on his stomach and was beginning to meow at the window. Ethan could tell that the sun was barely starting to come up and sighed.

 

“Minty, it’s Saturday, can we not sleep in one day?” Ethan muttered rubbing eyes. Mint hopped off the boy with an indignant yowl. Mint scampered off, his cries trying to alert the young boy of something at the window had been ignored. Ethan sighed and sat up in bed. He was unsure if he could go back to sleep now.

 

That was when he heard it. A slight, tap, tap, tap coming from the window. This was the source of distress for Mint. Something was at the window. Cautiously, but with some idea of what was waiting for him, Ethan approached the window. Sure enough, a large owl was waiting for him tapping on the window. The animal looked annoyed to have been kept waiting.

 

“Sorry, thanks!” Ethan said to the owl as he untied the letter from its little foot. Ethan read aloud the letter and beamed with pride.

 

“Mum! Dad! It’s here!” He screamed as he took off for the bedroom where his parents were no doubt still sleeping.

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Georgiana Fitz

Georgiana was moving into her fourth time practicing “Invention No. 1 in C Minor,” a Bach piece that she nearly had perfected. The eleven year old had a recital at the end of the week; her father was planning on taking off work to make it on time, no quiet feat for the man who ran a large media corporation. The sun shone in the formal sitting room where she practiced, and she tried to close her eyes, relying on her memory of the keys to play the piece with near-precision. Her piano instructor, a tall man who liked to laugh a lot, had taught her to do that.

 

Georgiana heard the knock at the door and skipped a few keys as a result of the interruption. She opened her eyes and sighed, frustrated at her mistakes. Lifting slender hands above her head, she stretched, listening to one of the housekeeps open the door and call for her mother. Whoever was visiting had been invited in, she could tell by the muffled conversation, the closing of the front door.

 

She was almost ready to begin her practice again, as it seemed like the adults had moved another room. Briefly, she wondered if it was their horrible neighbors, the ones she’d heard her mother complaining about who wanted to install a second pool on their property. She settled her hands on the keys, taking a deep breath. Before she could begin, Anne Fitz called for her. The brunette sighed, before walking into the casual sitting room where she knew her mother liked to receive guests.

 

A rather odd sight greeted her. Her mother sat across from a man she didn’t know and he was wearing robes like the ones she knew members of Parliament wore. About an hour later, not much was clear though many things had been explained. She tightly clutched the envelope the man, someone she knew now worked for a magical ministry, had given her. Her mother bade the man goodbye, her hand pressing firmly, comfortingly against Georgiana’s left shoulder blade.

 

Closing the door behind him, the two Fitz women looked at each other, both in an attempt to process the information given. “So, Hogwarts then.” Georgiana said, biting her lip and looking back down at the envelope.

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Guest Cordelia Sheridan

    The air in Kilkenny was cold and bit at your nose, but there was hardly a better time to be outside as there was right now. In the large house that rested on the top of a hill, one significant part of the property that was bequeathed to the couple who owned it fifteen years ago, a large party with quite a number of society men and women was going on. It was a joint affair, celebrating the eleventh birthday of the oldest child, as well as the oncoming new year. As much as she enjoyed parties, however, Cordelia found herself wandering in the courtyard, a deep purple cloak shielding her and her gown from the elements. There was only so much small talk that she could handle, and she had already indulged herself in cake and presents. Now, all they had to do was wait for the stroke of midnight.

 

    This was the first time that Cordelia had been allowed to stay up this late, a fact that she had gleefully gloated about to her younger sisters as they were ushered up the stairs after cake. The world seemed quieter at this time, the sounds from inside the house muffled by magic and sheer distance. This kind of quiet was nice, Cordelia thought to herself as she kicked at some snow that was on her path.

 

    Today was the day she was meant to get her Hogwarts letter, which she had tucked inside her cloak at this very moment, not willing to open it in front of half-strangers. Cordelia hadn’t dared to open it until now, and painted nails soon allowed her to rip open the envelope addressed to a Cordelia Mae Sheridan.

 

    “Dear Miss Sheridan,” the brunette read aloud. “We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry….”

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Madalena Sylvan

It was a warm summer evening when Madalena and her mother finally arrived home from their day out in London. It was a long and rather dull day for the young girl but her mother enjoyed those days together so much that Madalena decided to bite her tongue and pretend she was having as much fun as her mother. There was only so much shopping the young girl could handle before she become utterly bored with it. "Home at last, Darling!" Her mother exclaimed once the two apparated back to the entrance hall of Slyvan manor, setting her bags onto the  floor for the house elves to pick up. The young girl couldn't be to upset by her mother dragging her to so many different but painfully boring places this summer. She would be heading off to Hogwarts pretty soon after all. (At least she hoped so would get to go to Hogwarts.) Still it would be a lie for Madalena to say that she wouldn't miss her mother either so she went along with the trips. 

"I see you two are back. Did you enjoy yourselves?"  The soft and neutral tone of her father sounded through the house as the tall but thin shaped man came out to greet his family. Gabriel Slyvan was a man who was often hard to read, with an often blank or annoyed expression on his face but it always softened around his daughter or his wife. "Also, Madalena you received a letter today." Her father held out a waxy envelope with a rare smile on his face. A waxy envelope with a familiar seal on it. She was officially going to Hogwarts.

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Tisiphone Ravenwood

Holding the letter in her hands, she weighed it and thought to herself that it was far heavier than she had anticipated. This marked the start of her magical education and it was not something the young witch took lightly. Carefully she turned the envelope over in her hands, admiring the wax seal briefly before nails were prying the wax from the back of the envelope and opening the letter. It wasn’t difficult and Tisiphone pulled out the thick, folded paper quickly, eager to read her name on the letter. Unfolding the paper, a train ticket fell to the floor but blue eyes remained glued to the parchment and the neat script that stated she, Tisiphone Calista Ravenwood, had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  

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Guest Chloe Bradley

If the owl had arrived at her window a year ago, Chloe Bradley would have been shocked. As it was, so much had changed within the past year that an owl delivering a letter was the least shocking thing Chloe had seen in a while, the only odd thing about it was that the owl was delivering a letter to Chloe. Chloe didn’t know anyone who sent their letters by owl. She got letters from Auntie Lydia sometimes, sent through the post like normal, and some of the girls from her old school had written to her, but they were all normal people, and normal people didn’t use owls to send their letters. The people that did like were people like Chloe’s Granny, who seemed very nice but was also very strange. Chloe much preferred staying with her Granny to staying in the foster home, or even to staying at Auntie Lydia’s (it was nice there, but very crowded and Chloe had to share with both Danni and Lola whereas at her Granny’s Chloe got a whole room to herself), but she had to admit that it was strange.

 

At her Granny’s house people came and went through the fireplace, and sometimes out of thin air. They came up the path if they did that, Chloe watched out the window sometimes, just to see if someone would appear out of nowhere at the gate. Owls delivered the newspaper in the morning and in the paper the pictures moved. They did more than just move in the house, there were paintings on the walls that talked to Chloe sometimes (there was one that had used words Chloe didn’t understand, but sounded quite rude, and Chloe’s Granny had got rid of it, just like that) and sometimes they followed her about, jumping from painting to painting.

 

Which was all to say that an owl delivering a letter wasn’t strange at all.

 

Chloe untied the letter carefully, liked she’d seen her Granny do. This owl didn’t ask for coins like the one that came with the newspaper did, which was fortunate because Chloe didn’t have any, it simply waited for her to untie it and then flew off obviously not expecting a reply. The letter had Chloe’s name on it. Chloe Bradley and then underneath, The Attic Bedroom, Primrose Cottage, Achiltibuie, Highlands, Scotland. The letter writer knew where Chloe did better than she did, Chloe’s Granny had taken her here, using a trick that allowed them to be in London and then in Scotland with the only difference being that Chloe felt a bit sick afterwards (but she felt a bit sick after driving too and that took much longer so she liked her Granny’s way better, even if it was strange).

 

Chloe sat on her bed to open the letter, tearing at the seal in her haste. She had a suspicion she knew what this was, her Granny had made a comment about it a little while ago, that because she was a witch then Chloe might be too and if Chloe was then they’d know when she got her school letter. She pulled out the letter, scanned the first few lines to make sure, and then leapt off the bed and out of her room, taking the stairs two at a time in her hurry to get downstairs. She was going to go to the magic school and so she had to tell her Granny straight away. Chloe suddenly had so many questions.

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Phoebe Lovegrove

“Go get it, boy!” Phoebe tossed the stick in her hand as far as she could and giggled in delight when Pupperoni, the golden retriever who’d been a member of the family since she was four years old and too young to pick good names, jumped up into the air to catch it. He was her best friend in the whole world and she adored playing with him; it was an activity she often spent hours doing, tiring both herself and the dog out from all the running around they did. Bacon, the pug her parents had allowed her to adopt just three years earlier, was watching them with apparent interest from the porch. He didn’t much enjoy playing fetch, though Phoebe was pretty sure that had more to do with his breathing difficulties than a lack of interest. She was still looking at him when she heard Pupper start to bark, loudly and ferociously. It only took seconds for Bacon to join in, bouncing around and growling as threateningly as a fifteen pound dog with short, stubby legs could manage.

 

She whirled around to see what had gotten her pets so worked up and stopped short when she saw the rather threatening looking owl perched on her mum’s washing line. She’d never seen one up close before and a strange mix of fear and awe kept her rooted in place. The owl seemed annoyed by her hesitation and, to her shock,  flew closer, flapping its massive wings so close to her head that she had to duck to avoid getting whacked with a feather. “Oi!” Her dogs were going wild at this point and she was gearing up to shout for her parents when she noticed the envelope clutched in its talons. The bird seemed to notice her staring and stuck its leg out at her as if it wanted her to take the letter. Hesitantly, she held out a hand and she winced when it was dropped into her palm, as if the bird had infected the parchment somehow.

 

The owl was already flying away when she looked back up at it and confusion wrinkled her brow. The envelope was addressed to her, but she didn’t recognize the seal holding it shut. Were her parents playing some kind of prank on her? Her mum tended to go overboard with birthday surprises, but this seemed like a bit much, even for her. With a shrug, Phoebe opened the letter and began to read, eyes going wide as saucers as she read the words written on the page. This was definitely a prank. She’d stopped believe in magic ages ago!

 

Or at least, she’d almost given up on believing in magic. Right up until she heard a faint cracking sound and looked up to find a flustered, hurried looking man dressed in purple robes hustling across her yard. He noticed her at the same time and stopped short, fear flashing across his flustered features. “Oh, fiddlesticks,” he cursed, tugging a stick out from his pocket. “Of all the days to have to obliviate someone. This is what being late gets you! Imagine the paperwork!” He seemed to be working himself up to something, but paused. “What’s your name, child?”

 

“Um.” At this point, Phoebe wasn’t sure if what was happening around her was a prank or a dream. He’d appeared out of thin air (she knew she’d have noticed him if he was there before) and her dogs weren’t even barking at him! “I’m Phoebe…”

 

Relief swept his features and he pocketed the stick again. “Fabulous!” He clapped his hands, rubbing them together briskly. “We have a lot to talk about, Miss Lovegrove. You’ve already gotten your letter, right? I imagine you have a ton of questions, but perhaps your parents should be around when we start to talk details.”

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Zelda MacCready

All quiet in the morning per usual, Zelda found herself tiptoeing down the stairs to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, the blonde girl stared at the bottle of milk and sighed. School would start soon and she would find herself bored once more of the people who tried to associate her with her crazy parents. Bloody hell she was not an occult seeking crazy like her mother and father. Personally she found herself distancing herself further form them on a daily basis. Eleven years old and already disowning her family and wanting a genetic refund. Not many saw her point of view but few seemed to understand where she placed on both of her parent's priority lists. Closing the fridge without retrieving anything, the eleven year old grabbed some bread to make toast.

 

Sitting at the table while patiently waiting for the toaster to make that distinct whoosh sound, Zelda heard a loud hoot sound outside. That made no sense. Owls were nocturnal and did not find themselves happy in the daytime. Was something wrong with the creature? Upon opening the door, the tired looking barn owl flew in and sat upon the table. A letter was attached to it's leg and she wondered if she could safely approach it. The toaster whooshed, causing the owl to screech which had to have woken up her parents. Tossing the toast at the bird it began to nibble at it before sticking it's leg out. Untying the letter, Zelda read something she could only assume was her ticket away from the mad house she lived in. Was this real?

 

"Dear Miss MacCready, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry….” 

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Cassie Salvador

The eleven year old woke up to the sound of the harp playing, and right then she knew it was going to be a good day. Her favourite Nan, Nanny Imelda, played it across the hall every single year on her birthday for as far as she remembered. Cassie was told that listening to music first thing on the mornings was a mood and brain-booster, and in all fairness, she quite enjoyed it so there were no more complaints after that. The young girl then walked to her dresser and life-sized mirror, and from there, grabbed a brush for her hair. She brushed them up and tied it into a high ponytail before heading to the restroom to brush her teeth and changing out of her nightwear.

 

When she walked downstairs that morning, instead of being surrounded and greeted happily by her parents, cousins and friends, the atmosphere in the room was quiet and serious. Her father maintained a strict posture and her mum beckoned her to come forwards, the tiniest trace of fear and confusion on her features and body language. The only reason Cassandra noticed it is because she’s seen this before. This was the same looks her parents had when they lost a battle with one of their clients not too long ago, and it cost the family a lot of money. Moreover, Nanny Imelda was nowhere to be seen.

 

Cassie swallowed the lump in her throat and remained calm, stepping forward confidently to her mother’s cold touch. She could hear her heart beating faster, and her hands were getting clammy but the smile still remained on her features. “What’s wrong, Mumma?” Her soft voice broke the silence.

 

And out of the shadows, (Cassie was surprised she hadn’t noticed her before – she usually was pretty observant) came a tall, thin woman, wearing the most peculiar thing Cassie had ever seen. “Welcome, Cassandra Salvador. I am Georgina Rosalette from the Ministry of Magic and…”

 

Brown eyes widened. A small, brown envelope was held out to her and she took it, her thoughts and emotions overpowering and drowning out the rest of what Georgina Rosalette had to say.

 

“Magic?” Cassie repeated incredulously, slowly opening up the letter with her name on front.

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Guest Michael McAlister

Mikey had been restless all summer. He knew what was hopefully coming. His Da had set him down one night not that long ago, and told him that he was going off to a school to be like his mum. Like Eton or Harrow, where two of the boys that his father had compared him to sometimes were going, a school where he'd be forced to be a boarder, but that it would be worth it, because he'd get to learn magic. Real magic, not like the kind his father did, but real, honest to god magic that wasn't pulling rabbits out of hats or sawing women in half. "Of course, if you want to use your magic to do that-" There was an impish grin on his father's face as that was said, and Mikey thought it sounded like fun. Of course, he knew many secrets of the magic world - the magic world that involved clever illusions and trap doors, to be able to practice real magic, now that was exciting. 

 

He had turned eleven in March, and was looking forward to this mysterious letter that his father had said must be coming. Might it come from owl post, like the rare letters from his mother came? Or would it simply come through the slot like all the junk mail and bills that his father looked at and tossed on a constantly precarious pile on the side table near the door? What would it say, would it just say "please come to our school?" Or would it say something else? Did this mean that he'd have to go live with his mother? He rolled the thought over in his head. 

 

It wasn't as though he had anything against his mother, it was just that he hadn't seen her in six years. There were birthday cards, and Christmas cards, and what have you, but they always seemed rather more impersonal than he thought he should be getting from his mother. And he hated the sad look they caused in his father's eyes whenever they'd get one. His mum never mentioned if she had a new family, and he wondered if he had step brothers and step sisters like some of his classmates. Would they be blonde and chubby cheeked like Scotty and himself? He'd only ever seen a few pictures of his mother, fair haired, but a little more angular and pointy than either he or Scotty, they both took after their father with their round faces and impish grins. 

 

It was only when he was sitting in his bed, bouncing a rubber spaldeen off the wall of his room when he heard the soft hooting of a gray mail owl. He didn't recognize the seal on the letter, determining that it wasn't from anyone on his mother's side, and thus must be the letter he was waiting for. With eager hands, he tore open the envelope, nodding distractedly to the owl that was eyeing the crust from his sandwich rather greedily, and read it over. It was rather more disappointing than he had daydreamed. He had daydreamed of this novel about how he was the wizarding world's new savior, and how he must go to this Hogwarts place. Instead, it was a perfectly polite, perfectly to-the-point letter explaining that he was given the chance to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and that the term would start on September 1st, please be aboard the train in time. On an attached sheet was a list of his expected books and what-have-you, and he frowned. He wanted something more dramatic, something with more flourish. After all, his father wasn't even a real magician, and his father had plenty of flourish. 

 

"Da!" He called, running down the stairs, excited nonetheless that he got a school letter, something that very few of his classmates would get - only those going off to posh public schools would get one, and his was definitely better than theirs. "Da! It came! My letter! It came!" 

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