Hogwarts Beginning

The Letter

As I was reading a book on my comfy white and blue bed, I heard my mom call me from the kitchen in her soft, kind voice, "Emile, come to the kitchen, dinner is ready." I closed my book with slight sadness, having to leave the world of imagination and re-enter the real world, and hopped off my bed and walked to the kitchen. Immediately I smelled Italian food and licked my lips. I sat down in the dining room table and allowed my mom to dish me a plate.
"Don't forget, we need to start looking for a school for you tomorrow, ok?" My mom said as I ate my food. I nodded my head, but wondered secretly why we needed to look for a school so early. It was June after all, we had almost three months! But every since my dad left a few years ago Mom has been a little strict about things like education, so I didn't say anything else about the matter. As I picked up some noddles on my fork, my shoulder length strawberry blonde hair fell in front of my face, and onto my fork. I quickly tucked it behind my ear and kept on eating.
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The next day I woke up, about three feet above my bed. I was floating in thin air. Weird stuff like this happened acasionally, but I tried never to bring it up. It can't be normal, can it? Holding in my scream, I grabbed onto my blankets and slowly floated back to the bed. Nothing happened. Just my imagination. I told myself, like I always do, but deep down I know there's something wrong with me. Mom can never know, she's been through enough already. So I continued with my day, changing into fresh clothes and brushing my almost white teeth and frizzy morning hair until it's straight as a board like usual. As I look in the mirror I notice my eyes are a lot greener than normal, but as I blinked they returned to their normal color, and I hopped across the hall to where my mom was sitting on the couch. She was crouched over a letter with a red seal, her face strained and confused.
" What's that?" I ask, sitting down next to her. She didn't reply, so I read over her shoulder, like any good eleven year old would do. As I read further and further into the letter, I understood why my mom looked so confused. But then as I reached the bottom, a line said 'We understand your child has wonderful gifts. Magic.' How did they know? And what was this Hogwarts school anyways? Everything became so confusing, but also clear at the same time. It would explain why I have these 'magic' powers. Before I could think it over too much, Mom said, "Is it true? You have magic?"
"Yes..." I felt a little ashamed for not telling her. "I can try and show you." I pointed my finger at a piece of paper and focused hard on making it levate, and to my greatest surprise, it did. It was the first time I did 'magic' while trying to. I felt pride bubbling inside me. Maybe I was really a witch, after all, nobody in my old elementary could ever do that. My mom had an almost proud look on her face, but it was still covered with confusion. Then before we knew it, a man appeared out of no where in front of us with a 'pop' and the next thing we knew, we were getting a long lecture about the wizard of world.