MISFITS - applyfic

. 000 - prologue

We open on an owl, flying in the broad daylight. It sweeps over the cornfields, casting a large shadow over the crops. A fancy letter is clasped tightly in its beak, the red wax seal showing a crest containing a warthog surrounded by four other, smaller, animals; a bear, a fox, a ram, and a turtle. A large farmhouse appears in the distance, cows grazing in a nearby fenced area. Three young boys work out in the yard, carrying large containers of animal feed across the farm. Beagles run around and between their legs, the puppies chasing each other.
The owl swoops down, dipping behind the house before possibly being spotted. It lands on a window sill, pecking at the window to gain the attention of the teenager inside. He turns to the owl, his eyes widening as he cracks open the window and allows the bird in. The owl hops in, perching on the boy's bed to rest after it's long journey. The letter drops next to it, the owl nods toward it for the boy to take and read. He picks it up, looking over the outside. His name is written in an almost incomprehensible cursive, sloppy and rushed. He carefully opened it, trying to preserve the wax seal. He starts reading, his brown furrowing every word read:

"Congratulations! You have been accepted to Putwarry School of Magic and Mysticals. Your magical potential, foreign though it may be, has been noted, and you are invited to attend the upcoming school year slated to begin on September 1st. As you've been up to this point classified as a non-magical person, two important things must happen immediately. First, if your non-magical parents or guardians have been informed to this development, they must sign the release waiver, contained, that both consents to your attendance and the required memory spell that maintains the secrecy of the magical world. Second, please crush the enclosed apparition pellet at your earliest availability. It will transport you to a magical alley adjacent to the train station that will transport you to Putwarry. I, Headmaster Drolore Larmalon, will personally escort you as you acquire the needed school supplies for the term. If you choose to forego this once in a lifetime opportunity for a life of quiet boredom, please burn this letter and forget it ever happened. Thank you."