After saying a brief goodbye to the disappointed Melanie, I was hurrying down the steps towards my mum's car. "Mum, what's so important?" I asked "Your father rang, he was called by the council to say there is an owl flying around your room."
I've always loved owls, so graceful, so elegant, such fascinating creatures. When I was younger I tried to make one follow me home from the zoo. It didn't, but I've wanted one as a pet ever since.
As we were passing down the street I saw something that brought me to my Senses. A cat. A grey tabby with markings around her eyes like glasses. This couldn't be, either I am going crazy or someone is pulling a joke on me.
Everyone knows I love Harry potter, I could be on one of those prank tv shows with the hidden camera in the mirror. If so, I would look like an idiot. You could throw a donut hole into my mouth judging by my shocked expression.
We pulled up at the driveway and walked up the paved path. When my mum finally unlocked the front door I ran upstairs as fast as I could to see the owl, not caring what it might do to me if I reached it. I slipped into my bedroom. It was the greatest thing I've ever seen. Sitting on my pink bedspread was a small brown barn owl. When is saw me it flew into the air, dropped a letter onto my head and flew out the open window.
No, this wasn't happening, the envelope was addressed to me;
Ms. Grace Williams
The Smallest Bedroom
59 Blakeland Drive
I turned the envelope over and saw the Hogwarts crest. This was some kind of first day back joke. I'm 14 not 11. Whose ever heard of a 14 year old showing up at Hogwarts. Unless it's for Hayley. I turned the envelope back over, it was made of some sort of rough yellow parchment. My name was still on the first line shining in green ink.
Cautiously, I opened it. The same yellowing parchment used for the envelope was there. The rest of my family came running upstairs. "Grace, what is it? Where's the owl"
I couldn't speak, all I could do was read the letter;
Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
Headmaster: Filius Flitwik (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Williams
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry late student programme. This is for students who showed magical ability past the age of 11. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. You are required to attend the late student classes until a week before then beginning on Monday 8th February We await your owl by no later than February 5th.
The second page with requirements says:
of WHICHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Forth-year students will require:
1.Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2.One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3.One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4.One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
All late students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 3 & 4)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
Unfogging the future by
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
It seems like they have chosen my subjects for me, the only thing I am unhappy about is divination but it would be a good break subject and I would want to see professor Trelawney for myself, but how can this be? All my life I have dreamt about going to hogwarts and it's actually happening. People have told me countless times it's just a fictional story, but how?
There was a knock on the door, I shoved the letter firmly at my mum's chest and as my family crowded around the note I sprinted down the stairs for the second time of the day. I opened the door half expecting to see a camera crew and the host of prank stars about to interview me but it wasn't.
This wasn't happening. It can't be her. The emerald green robes, the circular rimmed glasses, the slightly greying hair. Just like I imagined. Was I hallucinating? I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again, the solid form of a human body was still standing there impatiently.
"Hello miss Williams" said professor Mcgonagall...