"Amy..." My mom shouts from down the stairs. Her voice trails off, almost as if she's confused, But my mum is never confused. Well... Almost never.
"Yeah, Mom?" I call, brushing through my hair. I hear her shoes clicking in the hallway, well, in her case stomping, my mom is squat, and very plump... She's coming to my room. I'm not sure if I wanna be scared, but I know it's important.
"Amy, honey, do you know anything of this... Hogwarts?" She asks. My dad pokes his head through the door, grinning.
"Somebody said Hogwarts, didn't they?" He asks. I am so glad we are not blood related. I dunno what I would do if I was that nosy.
"Yes." My mother replies. She looks at my father questioningly.
"Okay don't flip out, I know I am putting a lot of things on you at once.. But I am a wizard."
I have so many questions, but before I can say anything, dad interups.
"But you're parent's must have been witches and wizards. Not us, I mean your blood parents. Because then that would explain why you're a witch." He starts talking, fast enough that his words are almost complete blurs. I stare at him questioningly. He smiles.
"How can you keep something like this from me all these years! We promised we wouldn't keep secrets!" My foster mum said tearfully,
"Now, Joan, honey, I had to keep this from you, but..." My mom looks at him, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks.
"Yes, I am wizard, I went to Hogwarts when I was little. I was a muggle born. Wait, you don't know what I'm talking about." He says. I shake my head. The odds that my foster dad is a wizard, it was beyond me.
"So can I get a wand and stuff?" I ask. I know wizards need wands. Right? And those lage pointy hats, with the warts on the crooked noses!
"Read the letter." Is all he says.