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It was our average morning. Me and Mom, sitting around the breakfast table as our dog drooled under the table, begging me for some of my toast. The mornings are always comforting. The sun beaming through our open windows, casting light on every surface it could touch and warming up the dimly lit dining room. The birds chirped outside; sounding like they were just begging everybody else to wake up already, as the day was already moving and their lights were still off. I hum as I smell pancakes on the counter, waddling over to the plate my mother set out for me as she still works on making her own.
“Morning sweetpea,” Mom speaks, her eyes still focused on the pan as she swirls the batter in it before sidelong glancing at me, a small smile cracking at her blank, focused expression at the sight of my pajamas that were decorated in witch hats and wands. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, mama.” I say, scooching in as I sit on one of the wooden chairs around the dining table, the legs making an awful squeaking sound as they rub against our hard wood floors, which makes me cover one of my ears before settling down and picking up my fork. As my mom sets down our German Shepard’s food bowl, she walks over to the dining table and places a plate of her own in front of her, and then another larger plate in the middle of the table. I stare at it, perplexed. “Mom, why did —”
“Why did I make another plate?” She says, finishing my question for me. “Because, I figured you wanted more than just pancakes. If not, I’ll take the rest.”
“There's eggs on it…” I trailed off. “..Do I have to eat those?? Or the bacon?”
Mom, knowing me, just smiled and shook her head. “No, baby. I know you don’t enjoy them.” Mom said, gathering some bacon on her fork. “You should try them, though. They’re good for you.” She added, glancing up at me as she dipped her head to eat her bacon, I just scrunched my face up and shook my head before continuing to eat. “Whatever you like, sweetpea.” My mom smiled, continuing to eat herself.
After some peaceful silence between the two of us, the mail slot in the door creaked, and I perked up at the sound — my head snapping up almost immediately. And my mother stood up, letting her fork hit her plate as she announced: “Oh shit, I almost forgot about the mail.” I watched as she scattered away, before quickly following after her. Maybe that letter I was supposed to get from the school was in that pile?? God I hope so!
I bit my lip excitedly as I watched my mother rip open the envelopes addressed to our house, however, as I watched my mother flip through the papers from the envelopes, my lips parted as I tried to read them, and then a frown crossed my lips. “Mom, is the school’s letter in there somewhere?”
My mom furrowed her brow and looked through them again — simply skimming through — before replying with a disappointing: “No, sweetie.”
“But it was supposed to be here today!” I whined, pouting as I crossed my arms. I was well past the age for throwing tantrums, but I couldn’t help but feel one coming on in a way.
“I know sweetheart, I’m sure it’ll be here tomorrow..” My mother said, placing her hand on my shoulder and gently rubbing, trying to get me to calm down, and then just at that moment in time, an owl flew through our window! And on top of that — it had a letter in its claws! As the owl released it and perched on the window sill, my mother plucked the letter from the ground. The letter read: ‘Mx. Y/N Morganach. The dining room. 124 Shattuck Avenune. Berkeley, California.’ and upon reading that, my mother immediately handed it to me. “It’s for you, sweetpea.”
I lit up and immediately flipped it over after reading the sending address — which is my own home — and smiled brightly at the Hogwarts logo displayed above the wax seal that had an “H” embedded in. Excitedly, I peeled at the seal as carefully as I could, despite practically shaking with joy. Was this my acceptance letter? Would they even let me attend as an American exchange student, or even a transfer from my regular school? I unfolded the letter in a rush, and my hands trembling as I awaited the words on the page. I had this aching feeling I would be rejected — considering I’m in America and trying to attend a wizarding school outside of the country, but I had already been rejected from Ilvermorny, so this was the one chance I had to get into another school… but I had hope. I know I won’t be rejected.
I let my eyes drag over the words for a second, before finally focusing. The note read:
“Dear Mx. Morganach,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT & WIZARDRY
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Score., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)”
My jaw fell open — No way! I got accepted?! — A high pitch squeal, followed by several floor shaking jumps, echoed in our dining room and my mother looked at me like I was crazy. “Mom!! I got accepted!!” I exclaimed, holding her by her shoulders as I continued to hop up and down.
“Really? Let me — calm down sweetie.” She lectured, and I backed off — still clearly overjoyed as I rocked back on my heels, watching my mom read the note. The way her eyes widened told me everything to know. “Honey this is great! You finally have a school to go to!” She exclaimed.
“I know!!!! No more boring regular school either!! I get to learn magic, mom!!!!” I beamed, smiling brightly at my mom as she looked behind the note, before checking the envelope to find the school supply list. “Oh, here it is. Okay,” My mom said, skimming. “Oh — where's Diagon Alley?” She muttered, furrowing her brow. “It’s in London! It’s like. A secret wizarding place within the alley between the shops on that road.” I explained.
“Right.. Guess we should head there tomorrow? We still have all of this month before September.” My mother pondered, looking like she was rolling over how much money she had in her bank account so we could get a quick trip to London for my things, and so I could get to school on time. “Let’s see… how much is a London trip..?”
As my mother picked up her phone and wandered off, I hopped excitedly over to our dog. “Guess who got into Hogwarts big guy!!” I say, petting him just a tad bit aggressively, and he licked my hand in response. “Yeah!! That’s right, me!!!”