You stand there in excitement, looking around the room not entirely sure what you’ve jumped up to do. Then you realise, you’ll need you parents to help sort this out and won’t they be excited.
You run down the stairs, heavy footsteps making you sound like a smallish hippo rather than a young girl, nearly falling when you think there’s another step but there isn’t at the bottom.
Your parents look alarmed, thinking there’s something horribly wrong but relax when they see you grinning in excitement.
“You know that letter, the one I got this morning?”
Your brother is leant against the doorframe, arms folded, watching you in exasperation and amusement. What is it with all the weird looks he’s been giving you today?
“Well it was an invitation to a special school, a special school for wizards. It looks really awesome, I can do magic, I’ll need a cauldron for potions and books so-”
You stop your excited babbling and your excitement fades slightly as a little more practicality sets in at the sight of your parents’ obvious disbelief. Not the, ‘Wow, this is amazing,’ sort of disbelief either, the ‘Has she gone mad?’ sort instead.
“Here, I’ll show you the letter, you’ll see, no one would go to that much trouble for a silly prank like that and it makes sense as well when you think about it more.”
You hurry back up to your room and freeze in horror.
The letter has blown further across the windowsill and is balanced precariously on the edge, shifting slightly with the wind. Just as you burst into motion to catch it before it blows away the letter seems to change its mind, stopping and shifting inwards slightly before jumping off the windowsill and zooming into the outstretched hand of your brother to your side.
“Joseph!” you cry out at the sight of your brother holding a wand and reading through the letter quickly.
“Get in here.” He pulls you by your t-shirt into his room and shuts the door.
“Get off, get off.” You struggle out of his grip and hold out your hand, glaring at him in a way that shows you mean business but she doesn’t hand over the letter choosing instead to just watch you in an infuriatingly amused way.
He then puts the tip of his wand against the letter and watches it disintegrate into flames.
“Do you really think I’d let you show this to mum and dad? They won’t believe you anyway. I can sort it out, you can come with me, just don’t tell them. Ok?”
You gape at him in astonishment. “But Joe”
He responds with a harsh look. He doesn’t usually look at you in any way that isn’t at least a little friendly or mild so it has quite an effect.
“Ok, fine,” you sigh. “It’ll be easier for me anyway. How do you plan on making that work?”
He explains some fake paperwork for the special school that you had always though he went to.
“So you didn’t get free education at a special ‘gifted and talented’ school then,” you teased.
He narrowed his eyes at you in a jokingly menacing way. “I did, just not in the way that you and our parents assumed.”
Go to Diagon Alley with your brother (Chapter 10)
Be independent and go by yourself (Chapter 11)