Harry Potter and the School of Fear

[Blivsey]

Well, after a bit of delay, this show is finally about to go underway. First of all, allow me to remind you that any and all SPPF rules will be enforced here. Yes, you may have rivalries between students, but keep them under control, for your own sake. Keep this RP, the only Harry Potter one on the RP forums, as top-quality as possible. The same goes for love (if there is any, among 11- and 12-year-olds): keep it controlled. If there is any conflict in information between book and movie/video game/trading cards/other merchandise, go by the movies over games, cards and other propaganda, but the books are above all. Any violators can and WILL be towed at the owner's expense. Got it? Good. Now, let's begin.



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Over a thousand years ago, the four greatest magicians of the age shared a dream: a dream to educate young sorcerers to harness and use their magical powers. These withces' and wizards' names were Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin. From their new school of magic, each founder also founded their own house, and selected those with qualities they prized to join the house and be taught by the founders. Gryffindor prized the virtue bravery above all, and took on the house symbol of the lion. Ravenclaw valued smarts and sense, and took on the crest of the raven. Hufflepuff took those most willing to work hard and the badger for her house. The last founder, Salazar Slytherin, picked out those of the greatest ambition, and adopted the snake as his house animal. For a while, the four houses coexisted harmoniously, and the school was at peace. However, over time, Gryffindor and Slytherin developed a loathing for each other, a loathing which eventually ended in Gryffindor driving Slytherin away from the school.

A thousand years later, the four founders are dead and gone, and times have changed. The world is plagued by remaining outbursts of death eaters and the fear that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has kept his influence over this world, even through death. Worst of all, the two men You-Know-Who ever feared, Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore, are both gone; for Harry Potter has disappeared during a trip to the Weasley residence and Dumbledore is long dead. However, despite these brewing troubles, school life goes on for the students and students-to-be of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

HARRY POTTER
and the
School of Fear
Year 1​

Chrom sat bolt upright in his bed. He had been awake most of the previous night due to his brother Aaron trying various spells out all night. It had actually kept all the family awake until his mother had summoned Aaron's wand away from him, ending the noises. Chrom was now fully awake, though, in the room he called his own. Nothing was really out of the ordinary. That was, to him at least. To someone non-magical it would have seemed quite a fair bit odd. It was a square, second-story room with one window facing out towards a garden with all sorts of odd plants growing in it. Beneath and next to this window was a desk with a stack of parchment and a bottle of black ink in which rested a feather quill. An uncomfy wooden chair sat in front of the desk, and a wastebasket, empty, stood next to one of the back legs. A wood dresser was along another room, with a rack of storage shelves next to it. The shelves were lined with many odd objects including a toplike object, some vials, moving pictures, books with foreign titles like Quidditch through the Ages, and many other things. And along the last wall, with little space left, was a plain feather-matress bed with grey sheets and a royal-blue pillow, with a trunk shoved hastily under the bed, unlocked but closed shut. The walls were off white, and there was not much else to speak of.

Chrom slipped out of the bed, dressed in a night robe, and pulled out the bottom-middle drawer, which seemed much fuller than it would from the outside. Chrom pulled out a blue vest, black shirt and blue jeans. Chrom pushed in that drawer and pulled out the next one up. He pulled out a pair of white socks and red undershorts, and then promptly shut the drawer. Chrom tossed the socks onto his bed and briskly changed into the clothes he had set out, tossing the night robe to a wicker basket near the door. Fully changed, Chrom glanced around the room. One brown shoe was in front of the trunk under his bed like it should be, but its match was missing... This is odd, thought the young boy, it should be right here. that is, unless... Chrom slipped the lone shoe onto his right foot, now having a good hunch of where his other shoe might be located. Chrom stood up, a bit unbalanced, and opened the wooden door. He was now facing a hall with tan carpeting, with four doors besides his own along it. Chrom moved to the one next door to his and thrust it open. Sure enough, Chrom saw his older brother snoring loudly in bed. On the other side of the room, perched on a shelf, was...

"My shoe!" Chrom said anxiously, walking up and snatching it off the plank it was resting on. Chrom looked at the shoe to make sure that his brother hadn't cursed it, and saw a horned toad sitting inside the sneaker. Chrom walked quietly over to his still-sleeping older brother, Aaron, and dumped the toad onto his face. Chrom quickly slipped on his shoe and made haste out of the room, closing the door behind himself. Chrom leapt down the stairs, listening to his brother's surprised yelps from above. Chrom grinned as he strode into the kitchen and fixed himself some eggs. The kitchen was mostly made of wood with some stone counters, and a few black appliances. There were more of the moving pictures about the room, some taped to the fridge, and most of the kitchen seemed to be tending to itself.

Chrom took his eggs and sprinkled some pepper over them, sitting down at the table. His father strode into the room, grabbed a slice of toast off the counter and turned around to Chrom. Chrom's father was a tall, lean man with twinkling slate blue eyes, the same flame-red hair as Chrom and oval-framed glasses. Chrom's father smiled widely at his son, waved good-bye and disappeared wih a Bang! Chrom's Brother soon came in, looking rather grumpy. Aaron inherited his father's poorly-visioned, slate blue eyes; but his hair was a dark brown. Aaron was rather big, with a Beaterlike build. Aaron picked up a plate of eggs off the counter and a glass of orange juice, sitting next to Chrom. It wasn't long before a tall, slender girl in kelly green robes came down and snapped up a bowl of porridge. The girl, whom was Chrom's sister, also had brown hair and had calm green eyes.

"Marina, have you seen Mom?" Chrom asked between mouthfuls.

Marina gave him a stange look and replied, "Yes, she's out in the garden. Why?"

Chrom shrugged. "No particular reason." That was all the family accounted for. Chrom looked up at the clock on their wall, whose hands were pointing to "7:00 A.M., August 25th, 2005" The clock was an old wizarding clock, but it still worked and their parents insisted on using it. Chrom looked out the window at the sunny sky. One week left, he thought to himself.



Alright, so... that's it. You're free to post. Hogwarts letters come proptly at 8:00 AM. DON'T use real time, it screws us ALL up. Just go by what it seems to reasonably be.

 

[Power Shot]

Drew was already moving by the time the night was beginning.

The smart boy dived through the grass on the apartment complex he lived in. He was searching for something important.

His piercing brown eyes told him he was at the playground, which was always empty at night. It was about eleven at night, but he had a mission. To find his candy stash.

He had taken the candy he knew his parents would steal from him out of the house, to a safe house in a tree in the park. He had been careful, making sure that squeaky floorboard was not stepped on, the locks were still in place. He couldn't use magic, but there was nothing against lockpicking.

His feet barely touched the ground, for fear that his parents would find him. He was wearing his jeans and a white t-shirt, along with his sneakers. HE wasn't cold, but it was Texas after all.

He made it to the candy, taking the large jug in both hands. His vision told him that something was out there, he couldn't see what though. He heard footsteps, but dismissed them as non important.

He gently walked up to his door, and set the candy down. His family didn't own any pets other than his hawk Tobias, and Tobias wasn't going to rat out a kid that brought him candy.

He gently walked up the stairs in the small house. It was two floors, but very small. His parents were still sleeping judging by the figures on their bed, and his brother was in his own room, behind the closed door. No sounds were heard as he made his way to his room.

As he opened the door, a light flashed on behind him, and a pair of giant arms grabbed him. Drew struggled, but succame to the force behind his father's strength.

"What have I told you about sneaking out at night Drew?" he asked in a powerful voice.

"Never get caught," Drew answered, that was the answer that always made his father put him down.

"That's right little man," his dad answered back, putting his son down. "You have a big day coming up, we need to meet soon with Daniel and Ashley's parents. We're leaving soon so you can get to Hogwarts."

"I know," Drew said, he already had his stuff packed. "Why do I have to go there again?"

"Because you turned your brother into a record player."

"But he was repeating himself!"

"Doesn't matter, just get to bed," his dad sighed, as the boy wrestled away. He grabbed some Fizzing Whizbees from his son's stash, then went to sleep with his wife.

 

[Shadowcat]

OOC; Please excuse me, as I always type in this color now.

BiC:

Sapphire was reading her favorite book in bed. A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket. Even though it was morning. She loved reading in her bed. She finished the book she had been reading for a few days, and decided to surf the net. She turned on her computer, and quickly went to a few websites, checking to see if any new books would be out. After checking the sites, seeing no new books would be out. Sapphire turned off the computer and looked at the digital clock she had. 7:30 A.M. It was too late for her already. Sapphire would usually be up by 5:00 A.M., and she would start reading storybooks. From Fantasy to Horror to Romance. Her life was not perfect. She let out a yawn, and fell asleep, due to the fact she woke up at 4.00 A.M., spending all her time reading her storybook. As Sapphire fell asleep, she was remembered of the life she used to had. How her mother died...

"NO!" Sapphire shouted, as she remembered of her mother's death. Her father dashed up the stairs, after hearing her shout.

"Sapphire! Are you all right? Any injuries?" Her father asked. He woke Sapphire up, as she started breaking down in tears.

"I'll get you some Orange Juice," Her father said, running down the stairs, getting her a glass of orange juice. Sapphire slowly took a sip of the Orange Juice, before leaving it on her desk. It was preety neat for a bookworm like her. She took out some of her clothes from the cabinet, and went to the bathroom.

"Well, she's going to bath now, I'd better stay here," Her father said, going down the stairs to the garden he had. Meanwhile, Sapphire was sobbing in the bathroom, being tormented by her memories.

"It's my fault she died. I hate my life! Everyone calls me a Know-It-All for knowing everything in school. Getting top marks in school. I'll go wash my face before leaving. She decided to bath, and ten minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom in her muggle attire.

OOC; That ends my short post. Anyway, the muggle attire I wore is posted in my sign-up.

 

[O'Malley]

Judith sat up from reading an article in the Daily Prophet about the death of a gardener whose earmuffs were not secure while digging up Mandrakes. Goes to show the stupidity of some people... She stood up from her reading desk and took off a pair of glasses specially charmed for reading in any sort of light. She glanced around her room, looking rather disappointed with the general disarray. Magazines with moving pictures lay strewn around, and she walked around picking them up one by one. "Blasted Underage Wizardry laws..." she muttered to herself.

"Judy," her father called out in a Cockney accent. "You up yet?"

Uh-oh... Judith thought to herself. She glanced at a small clock mounted on her wall. 7:45... unbelievable. "Uh... yeah, dad, I'm up," she responded.

"Well, come and get a bit of breakfast..." Judith's father called. "Got a bit of things to tend to at the office this morning... that whole incident with the mandrakes from yesterday, got the magical creatures department in knots. You okay stickin' around for today?"

"Of course, Dad," Judith said for the millionth time. "I know the drill."

"Right," Judith's father said, smiling. He walked out of the door and shut it behind him.

"Ah, well..." Judith sighed. "Seems like another quiet day..."

OOC-What a short post... couldn't think of much to start with...

 

[Sneaky]

Alex stared out the window, gazing at the velvety-black night sky, as if something was about to happen out there. Then again, staring at the sky right now would be better than looking at what became of his room, which was messy and strewn with all sorts of rubbish. Sweet wrappers littered the floor, the cupboard door was almost broken, hanging by the hinges, and a plate of yellow mush, which was supposed to be his dinner, lay on an old-looking desk. People who didn't know better would think that he didn't have a thrash can, which he did, or no one else lived with him to clear the rubbish.

Alex felt bored. If the wizarding allowed it, he would be riding on his broomstick right now, enjoying the cool night air. Alex wished his father was here. They could be having so much fun together if he didn't die protecting Alex and his mother. If only that Death Eater didn't attack them, Alex's father wouldn't have to die! At the thought of that, Alex looked away from the window and threw himself in bed. He closed his eyes, trying to block out that horrible memory of his father's death. But he could not, and opened his eyes again to stare at the ceiling.

And yet, when Alex needed her the most, his mother wasn't here with him tonight. She had gone to work, teaching children at a school, educating them. She had time for other children but none for her child?

At least he would get to Hogwarts soon, the school for young wizards and witches. There, he would meet friends, new and old. Friends that would make him forget his sorrows.

"Everything will be fine", Alex whispered to himself. "Once I get to Hogwarts, everything will be fine..."

And with that, his eyes snapped shut and within moments, he drifted off into a deep sleep. Dreaming of his parents, accompanying him...



Well, a really short post but that was the best I could think of.

 

[ForestEmerald]

Sora sat at his large oak desk in his room, looking at a piece of parchment that was wiped clean for the umpteenth time. He was trying to write down what was going through his mind, but nothing was connecting between hhis brain and fingertips. He got up out of his squashy, leather chair and stretched so far back that his spine cracked the whole way up to his neck. He walked over to his window and peered out of it, wondering what was going on in the deep midnight hour.

"Gah! Why can't I figure this out?" he whispered to himself.

All day, he had a strange feeling. A feeling that something amazing was going to happen. The arrival of his Hogwarts letter. He walked away from his window and threw himself onto the deep, midnight blue sheets of his bed. He rubbed his forehead which was sore from the lack of energy he had since he had been up all night.

He ventured out of his door and crept down the hall. He decided that a midnight snack would help calm his nerves and ease his wandering mind. Once in the kitchen, he shot to the fridge to see if there was anything leftover from supper.

"Hmmm.....this looks edible....I think..." he said picking up a muffin-shaped gob of chocolate, or what he thought was chocolate.

Suddenly, he heard a crash. He dropped what was in his hand in crept to the kitchen door to see what it was. He peered into the living room and saw a shadowy figure lurking about.

"Who's there?" he said, rather shakily.

"Sora? What are you still doing up?" said the figure.

"Sam? I tought you had to work late?" he replied.

"I did. I managed to get home a little earlier than I thought." she replied.

"Oh, alright. I'm gonna lay on the couch for a while." he said.

"All right, but don't stay up to late." she said as she was climbing the stairs into the second floor landing.

Sora went to the living and plopped himself onto the couch. He started thinking again, he didn't now how long he was awake because the next thing he knew was that his mom was shaking him awake.

"Sora! Wake up!" his mother said.

"Alright! I'm up! Geesh! Don't rip my head off." he said throwing her hands off his shoulders.

He peered at the clock and saw that it was about 7:00 A.M. He sat up and rubbed his weary eyes. He smelled the faint smell of eggs and bacon. He got up, stretched, and slowly started into the kitchen.

"Morning." his father said peeking over his paper.

"Morning." he replied, stifling a yawn.

"Breakfast?" his mom said offering him a plate of some eggs and bacon.

"Sure." he yawned, grabbing the plate.

"Where's Sam?" he said through a mouth full of eggs.

"She's still in bed. She had a rough night." his mother replied.

"Well, I'm off to work!" his father said getting out of his chair. He walked over to his wife, kissed her on the cheek, and proceeded to give Sora a hug before he Disapparated.

"What time is it?" asked Sora as he finished his breakfast.

"Oh, a little after seven." she said peering at a clock above the sink.

"Okay. I'm going to go upstairs and get dressed." he said. He walked out of the kitchen and proceeded to climb the steps.

When he reached his room, he noticed how cluttered it was. He had piles of clothes strewn all over the floor, various pieces of paper were scattered everywhere, some old candy was lying in a heap on his night table, and his dresser was covered in clothes that needed washing terribly. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a black shirt, proceeded to the next drawer and pulled out a blue pair of pants. After he was dressed he slid down the railing of the stairs and overshot a little, crashing into the wall.

"Ouch. What a pleasant way to start out the morning." he said wit a note of sourness in his voice.

OOC: Hope this is good for a first post!

 

[Knightblazer]

OOC: If posible, I shall use first person. Thanks.

BIC:

The sun had hardly risen, but there I was, sitting on my bed, wide awake already. I couldn't sleep. I sighed and lay down on my bed once more, thinking of the recent events that happened. "Seriously..." I muttured to the ceiling, at no one in particular.

Wizards? I was a wizard? Even until now, it seemed absurd. But there was no mistake. I am a wizard. Only that could explain almost everything that happened. The ball... those animals... but the only question was why I couldn't remember a single thing in my childhood. Did I somehow lose my memory? Or were they magicked away by someone? I couldn't answer these questions; for in my heart, it seemed to tell that something bad will happen if I remembered them...

I shook my head, hoping to shake off that thought, but to no avail. I turned my head to the right- only to see the sun rising throug the starting sounds of the engine from many cars. I closed my eyes and sighed. Another perhaps boring day. I leapt out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I was currently residing in the Leaky Cauldron, not the orphange, mind. After that, I went down, where Tom served me some breakfast, which I gobbled up in a few minutes then went out to Diagon Alley for a morning stroll. It wasnt bustling like the local markets- it was still rather early, but the shops had already opened. I strolled through the many shops, wondering what was it like to be in their shoes. Awful, I amswered to myself, shuddering.

It was about 7.30 when I came back from my morning stroll. I went up to my bed, and laid down for a while when Lucied came swifting in. "Hi, Lucied," I greeted the black owl, who hooted rather happily in reply. Guess he managed to grab some Owl Treats from some unlucky occupant. There was onlt one week left before I go to Hogwats... somehow.

 

[Nagashi]

As I awoke, which was thanks to Donkey-Tttee fluffing my pillow while I was still sleeping on it, I leapt of bed, not caring in the least if Donkey-Tttee saw me in my underwear (he's only a House-Elf after all), and ran to the window in an excited frenzy. Outside I could see the dew on the grass shimmering, causing me to glare at my House-Elf. He had woken me up at six in the morning...

"Idiot," I snapped at him as soon I was certain he was out of my gloomy looking room and out of hearing distance. I started to put on my robes, and wondered (not for the first time) why Mother insisted on keeping him. That bloody walking sack of potatoes had been nothing but trouble my entire life, putting out candles, throwing away nice robes, and many expensive items that were worth a lot more than him...

I was interrupted from my thoughts when a croaking shriek of "JAMES ALEXIUS DONIN!" could be heard from downstairs.

"C-coming mother," I called back meekly, hoping she heard me. Mother got angry if she didn't, and punished me - according to Witch Weekly (I sometimes thought that the rubbish spewed from that magazine was designed to make the sons and daughters of the readers live in complete misery), not hearing shouting children was a sign of aging. That had caused me many problems, as my voice had always been soft.

My feet pounded our wooden, narrow stairs which many people would of fallen down (sometimes having small feet came in handy), before they hit the bottom of the landing and I scarpered towards the dining room.

"M-morning... why are you awake so early, Mother?" I asked quietly, secretly wishing I could just crawl back to bed. Perhaps she noticed, as she snapped:

"Stay alert, James, Lord knows I didn't raise you to slouch. What id the Death Eaters raided this house right now, what would you do? Bang! Crack! Codswallop, dead. Keep on your toes." That was how I learned most of principles; hypothetical situations. The skinny woman had a wild mange of black hair on the top of her head, and her large nose always made me think of crows everytime I looked at the fifty-year-old.

"B-but Mother," I stuttered, trying to push the sleepiness away to no avail, "It's six in the morning..."

"Well get used to it," she said briskly, not meeting my eyes, "At Hogwarts, when you get sorted into Hufflepuff-" I gulped at the thought of what would happen if I didn't, "-you will be woken up at five each day, and forced to do manual labour until seven. Then the fourteen hour lessons begin." I got the distinct feeling that that wasn't true, that she merely could not remember why she had called me down, but thought it wiser not to voice my opinion. "In my day, anyway... probably not in Ravenclaw, mind you..." she added with a look of disgust in her face. Many outbursts like that had given me the impression that my father had been in Ravenclaw, as my Mother's hate for the house was (although not uncharacteristic) unexplained.

I sighed, asked her to pass the pumpkin juice and swigged the drink down. Some might of considered it odd to be drinking something like pumpkn juice so early in the morning, but I wanted to wake myself up. If Hogwarts was indeed like what my Mother had told me (Heaven forbid) then I would need to learn to keep my strength... and in a way what she said seemed almost logical. After all, the unicorns couldn't be expected to feed themselves, that would be proposterous...

OOC:/ Nearly all things said about Hogwarts from James's mother are made up, so please take nothing of what she says seriously.

 

[AKEBOSHI]

"Sure, or sure, I will get it later....Next Spring."

"But Daaddddddeeeee...!"

The sun was barely up, though a rim of light was already shining through the edges of the bedroom curtains in the Forgery's estate. Mr. Forgery, who was already quite irritated from his own daughter's whining, quickly rolled over with his blankets over him as Sure, in her white gown, rolled up the curtains to let the glaring light in to kill his sleep. At six-thirty morning, today was no different for Sure Beatrice Forgery, who always woke up early to catch the news. Mr. Forgery on the other hand, was perfectly happy to wake up alot later...like two O'clock in the afternoon. Of course, there was no need for Sure to wake her father up, but apparently, she does.

"But Dadddeeeee!"

There it goes again. Daddy just moaned.

"Next Spring, tell me to wake up next Spring I need my beauty hibernation."

"It's from the Ministry of Magic, I keep on telling you...."

"Daddy" rose up like no tommorrow. Sure won the battle, though she did not feel like a winner. In fact, she was more puzzled than ever as Mr. Forgery hastily grabbed any piece of clothing he found on the floor, and darted downstairs without knowing he had his shorts on backwards.

Does Daddy need to be this..desperate? Sure followed her father down stairs, pausing every few steps to watch his father wiggle a piece of yellow parchment from the beak of a snowy-white owl. Sure enough, the letter had the logo of the Ministry of Magic on it. The owl stood patiently at the nearby kitchen window not very far away from the table. She seemed tired and old as she finally opened her beak, and Sure could see bags hanging down the poor owl's eyes. The enormous owl instantly flew away, she finally descended down, to prepare breakfast. The Forgery's kitchen was so neat, even the tidiest of visiters had difficulty adjusting. But today, the kitchen was a ghastly sight today, mainly because Mrs. Forgery hadn't came home for the entire week and Mr. Fogery was what was safe to call a "lazy" person.

Sure twitched her eyes as she prepared the cereal and the milk. If she had a choice, she would clean her cooking area. The dishes remained unwashed with the BBQ sauce on it; there were stains of many colors everywhere on the kitchen counter and last but not least, the garbage on the garbage can were slowly and steadily piling up to a mini-mountain. Those were yesturday's messes.

The mess was too distracting, but Sure made sure she did not spill the milk...

Just drop by drop.....

"ARRRRRRGG!!"

"AIIIIIIIIIEEE!"

Plang

When someone was concentrating hard on something, it was of course wise not to disturb them, just like Mr. Forgery did to his daughter. Sure's arms spring up and she edged back with her eyes closed. She did again. The china bowl doesn't matter, but she just wasted another good portion of good milk and cereal. She heard a familier harty laughter and a bang on the table behind her, adjacant to the window sill.

"Oh my GOD this priceless!"

Mr. Forgery, who was quite finished with his letter, gave in to laughter as he banged his fist to the white table, ignoring the yellow stains on the red and white checkerboard cloth that acted as a placemat for the wooden table underneath.

"DADDY!?"

Well, at least "Daddy" was back to his old jokester self again, before, he was so serious that Sure was starting to worry.

 

[Project Alpha]

Radin woke up at 6:AM to find a cat meowing in his face. "It's nice to see you too Sasha", he said, pushing the cat off him gently. "Wow", he said, glancing at the clock. "I've never slept in this long before. I usually wake up half an hour earlier". "I wondered how long you were going to sleep in", a voice from the other room said. "Radin looked to see his mom walking by his room. "Well", he said. "I should be getting into good sleep habits, if I'm going to Hogwarts. "Speaking of which", his mom said. "I think the letter's come today, so we better get ready to do some shopping".

"We live a block from Diagon alley, we can do our shopping two hours before the train comes, and still make it on time, and we go on the first day?", Radin said. "What's up with that". "I like getting there, before all the good stuff is sold out", his mom replied. "Now get dressed and eat breakfast".

An hour later Radin had finished eating breakfast and was watching the television. "I don't know why you find those muggle programs so entertaining", Radin's dad said, walking on the room. "Well, everyone has to take a break from magic sometimes", Radin replied. Sasha was snuggling on his lap.

"So what house do you think you'll be in son", his father said. "Either Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, seeing as I've inherited both those traits". "Which house, do you WANT to be in", his dad asked. Radin sighed. His father always wanted to figure out whether his son wanted to be in the house he was in, Ravenclaw, or the house his mother was in, Gryffindor. Radin decided to change the subject like he usually did, when this question came up. "Mom reckons the letter might come today". "That's nice" his father replied. "So, which house?" Radin switched to plan B. "Say", he said. "I think mom said she was going to throw out your old Hogwarts awards". "WHAT!?", his father yelled. He ran out of the room hurridly. Radin smiled and petted Sasha. Same old gullible dad, he thought.

 

[O'Malley]

Judith was wandering around the inside of her house for a few minutes picking up some strewn around clothes and a licorice snap that almost ripped her finger off. She found herself wandering into her father's room and she stopped for a second to look in his large cabinet in the back. She noticed his robes and stared with disappointment at the Slytherin logo. No one who knows him today would have guessed he was in Slytherin... she thought. He's definitely not hung on to those traits. Oh, I hope to God I don't end up in Slytherin... there's just so much to think about lately, what with the Hogwarts letters coming soon... it's too bad Dad probably will be holed up in the Ministry by the time it gets here...

That last thought was followed by a loud crack, and her father stepped in through the door. "Just 'ad to pop in to get you this news," her father said, brushing a bit of dust off of his coat. "The 'Ogwarts letters come in today."

Judith grinned widely. "Well, it'll never get here..." she joked. "Your Apparating is going to scare off owls for miles. Where is little Artemis anyway? She won't be able to fly for very long out there."

"Well, I think we've figured out what 'er problem is... a muscle and a bone just aren't connectin' right... nothin' an Episkey won't fix." He whistled loudly out the window and the small brown owl fluttered with great effort toward the house. Judith slipped on her glove and Artemis dug her claws right into it. "Episkey!" Judith's father shouted and a small beam of light shot out and hit an exact spot on the little owl's wing. "Now, judgin' by 'ow long Artemis 'as 'ad this condition I'd say it'll be about three weeks for the injury to completely 'eal.

Judith ran over to her father and hugged him. "Thanks, Dad!" she said happily. "We can wait three weeks, can't we, Artemis?" The owl hooted back with a newfound energy and ruffled its right wing to show it was healing. "So will you be going back to the office today?"

"Are you daft?" her father responded in fake disbelief. "I wouldn't miss you getting a Hogwarts acceptance letter for anything, and the Minister can stuff it if it inconviences him in any way."

"Let's just hope he wasn't just listening on us through the window," Judith joked.

"You never know," her father said, patting Judith on the back.

 

[DeadlyMighty]

Ellie was lolling about the halls of her house, which were rather long, in the large mansion she lived in with her dad. He was a rich and filthy pureblood, and in the few years, his harhsness has rubbed off onto Ellie. They had of many littel elves as servents, which she treated of lower than dirt. Ellie was currently in the library hall, mulling about in the sunny warmth the windows cast through. The shadwos played in corners and Ellie's eyes were always alert, lookign for signs of weakness, or signs of fear. It was in her nature. She was, in simple terms, a very torturing person. Seh actually enjoyed the pain of others.

She probably guessed she enjoyed these activities because there had been so much pain within her, after all thsoe years without a father, and then suddenly her mum dies, and woosh! Here comes her dad. Ellie shoved open the office door with her shoulder and gazed about. Her dad sat at his desk, scratching away with his quil. She frowned and ruffled her nose, closing the door quietly and shoving open the library door.

The shelves stretched on adn on up the wall, in which Ellie knew was made of magic. She sighed and raised her hand, placing against the book shelf. "Dark Magic Discoveries" she said quietly and the whole shelf rattled, then shook and a small black nad red book fell donw with gold letters saying Dark Magic Discoveries on the front. She grabbed the book and sauntered over to the table and squishy arm chair. She sank slowly into the chiar, pondering more of what Hogwarts would be like rather than reading the book.

Ellie had seen pictures of Hogwarts, read books, heard stories, but the thing she remembered most, was of the famous Harry Potter, and the great Albus Dumbledore. She remembered the late nights she would hear her dad chuckling over stories in the Daily Prophet of Harry Potter, the boy who Lived, and Albus Dumbledore, who was apparently, according to the ministry, insane. Ellie believed not of this. She believed that maybe one day the good would prevail, but then he died, and Harry POtter was gone, and she just knew that now the skies would be dark, there would be no muggle-borns, and Death Eaters would roam the streets.

Ellie didn't know quite what she needed for school, but she knew one thing: she needed a pet. Her dad had gotten her a cat, her favorite animal. Her cat was pitch black, which she named Stalker. It fit the cat's personality, really. It liked to stalk, especially the mice that roamed the house. Ellie was, in fact, quite anxious for her letter, btu she was even more anxious to get to Hogwarts and be sorted into her house.

Shaking her head, Ellie looked out the window, into the setting sun, yawning. There was a knock at the door and a small elf appeared in the door way. "Wadda ya want, Inky?' she snapped, her icy voice filling the empty room.

"M-master Father wants you to wash up for dinner. He wants you at the table in 10 minutes, Miss," the small elf stuttered, bowing so low, it's nose scraped the ground and it's rags drooped about it. Ellie sighed and tossed the book behind her.

"Alright, tell him I'll be there as soon as i can be," she grumbled. Ellie strethced her arsm and stalked form the room, shoving the elf aside to make her way back to her room, where she splashed her face with some water, stared at herself in the mirror for a rather long time, then turned and slowly made her way to the dining room.

There she found her father sitting at the table, with a woman who looked tall, with long red hair, bright green eyes and was in elegant green robes, at which Ellie gagged at. Her father stood and the woman stood next to her.

"Ellian, this is Maria." her father said proudly, looking at her.

"Um, nice to meet you Maria?" Ellie said quietsiongly, just staring and not moving from her spot in the doorway.

"Ellian, me and Maria have been dating for a while now and..." he dad started as if she had any choice abotu what he did.

"We're going to get married," Maria finished, looking soflty at the girl.

Ellie just stood there. "I think I've lost my appetite," she replied quietly with an ice cold tone that chilled the room. She turend to leave and her dad called out.

"Ellian! We are getting married and there is nothing you can do!" he shouted. Ellie stopped.

"Of course not father. But she is not, and will never be my mum. And you are not my father, you are nothing to me," she replied cooly, her eyes narrowing not even a tear in sight. Then she turend and was gone.
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And Ellie spent the whole night crying into her pillow, up in her room, with the doors closed and a silencing spell on her door, casted by one of the elfs.

 

[Manji]

Becca Tate padded slowly down the creaky wooden stairs of her house, taking care not to make too much noise and wake her parents. She pulled her auburn hair into a ponytail and hopped the last two stairs, landing on the hall rug.

She caught sight of the clock as she entered the kitchen: not even half past seven in the morning. Becca stifled a yawn and stretched. It was unusual for her to be awake so early, especially during the summer holidays, but she was far too excited to sleep. She was expecting the owl from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to arrive within the hour.

Going to the kitchen sink to pour a glass of water, Becca caught sight of something moving in the garden. She lowered the glass from her lips and focused her still-bleary eyes at the shuffling shape. Her father stood up, one hand on his back where it had stiffened up, and turned around. He spotted her looking through the window at once, and waved. Becca smiled and went to the back door.

"Good morning!" Her father Basil greeted warmly. "Couldn't sleep, eh? I was the same, the morning my owl came." He ruffled his daughter's hair and stepped into the kitchen, smelling strongly of soil and wet grass. Pulling a sleek wand from inside his gardening overalls, he waved it three times and a veritable feast of a breakfast - eggs, sausages, toast, a pot of coffee - began preparing itself.

"Is that Rebecca up?" Came the voice of Becca's mother. She inadvertently wrinkled her nose up at the sound of her full name, yet she knew her mother would never call her differently. "Oh, hello sweetheart!" She bent to give Becca a kiss on the cheek as she came into the kitchen. She looked round at the eggs whisking themselves and the coffee pot carefully pouring out three steaming mugs and sat down almost resignedly. Even though she had been married to her wizard husband fifteen years she strangely had not quite gotten used to the constant magic around the house.

"Mum, Dad..." Becca said with genuine surprise. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Well, special occasion and all that," her father replied, lifting his arms off the table as a plate loaded with a giant cooked breakfast floated in front of him. "We wouldn't miss you getting your owl."

"You're taking Rebecca to London today, then?" Her mother addressed her father.

"'Reckon so," her father said thickly through a mouthful of sausage. Becca looked at him pointedly. "Oh, sorry." He admonished. He swallowed and flicked his wand. "Accio," he said lazily. Becca's plate sailed round and landed in front of her, and her mother's breakfast followed.

Becca could only resign herself to grinning broadly to contain her excitement. She had only visited Diagon Alley twice before, once with her parents and once with her Uncle Theo, who seemed to take no greater joy than introducing Becca to wildly dangerous, but at the same time, exciting prospects. During their trip he had taken her into Monsieur LaFleur's flower shop and they had returned home with what the label called a Thousand-Thorn Shrub bulb. Not only did it have well over a thousand thorns, but it also grew very quickly indeed, as Becca soon found out.

Becca took a grateful forkful of her breakfast and began to eat, casting occasional glances out of the window for the arrival of her owl.

 

[irish plusle]

Dazel gave a relentless sigh and rested his head on the window pane.Rain pelted against it in a repetive rythm.It was 6 in the morning.At first he thought this would be one of these blustry cold August days that everyone would have to stay in and lie around the house doing nothing.
He looked around his room.There were many subject textbooks in his bookshelf that he wouldn't be needing anymore.He glanced at his copy of the Daily Prophet.Nothing important.He sighed again,having never ending thoughts about Hogwarts and all the rumours that circled it.Dark rumours.Rumours about the Chamber of Secrets,the Triwazard cup,the teachers,Prof.Dumbledore,and of course,Harry Potter.The Chosen One.The one the phrophets phropiezed about.
his eyes then glanced to the other side of the room,where his poster of the Irish Qudditch team lay.He let out yet another sigh.He missed his home in Belfast.He went over to the other side and marked off another day off his Irish Qudditch Calender.Only a week to go.he was already having second thoughts.Was he ever going to meet friends in this over sized school?Would he ever fit in?Only time would tell...

 

[Blivsey]

School letters are in!

OOC: irishplusle, remember to space after punctuation and to write in paragraphs, with a line skipped between paragraphs. Besides being correct, it helps you look like your post is longer. And, everyone, the time is 7:00 A.M. in Europe, except for now it's 8:00. The only exception from this rule is Drew (Power Shot) because he is living in a different time zone. Everyone besides Power, it is MORNING.


BIC:

Chrom finished the last bite of his third plate of food (a muffin and half a waffle), setting his fork down on his plate and declaring "I'm full." The plate and fork immediately flew off across the room to the sink, where it began washing itself. Chrom got up from the table and started over to his room, but was stopped by his older brother.

"Where d'you think you're going?" Aaron asked, half-dragging Chrom out the kitchen door to the lawn outside. "Today's Saturday, that means I teach you to fly."

Chrom groaned. "Do I have to? I can already fly, I'm not even first year." This stopped Aaron, allowing Chrom to bruch the dust out of his hair.

"Alright," Chrom sighed, dropping Chrom. "You're not supposed to fly anyways, I was only doing this for your own benefit..." Aaron walked away, looking rather sad. Chrom felt a bit of remorse, but it soon faded. Chrom wasn't all that interested in Quidditch anyway; he really didn't care. He supposed he might try out for a Chaser or somethingin a later year, but he really wasn't that big on it. Chrom stood there, thinking, until his thought process was disrupted by a screech from far off. Chrom looked in the direction of the sound to find a large barn owl flying towards him, carrying three large letters.

"That'll be the Hogwarts letters," said a slender lady in worn clothes. Chrom nodded, thinking to himself that his mother was probably right. Most owls came with one letter, not three, and the letters that she spoke of had not been seen of yet. Sure enough, as the owl came in and landed on Mrs. Olinn's head, Chrom was able to glimpse the Hogwarts seal on the back of each of the envelopes before the owl was fiercely batted off it perch. The owl eventually circled around and found a more opportune landing spot on a fencepost. Mrs. Olinn quickly untied the three envelopes from the bird's leg and sent it off. Mrs. Olinn handed the letter adressed to Chrom to him, and Chrom ran inside and literally tore apart the envelope. Inside was a very formal letter, reading:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY​

Dear Mr. Olinn,
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 September 1. We apologise fully for the delay of owls, send back your confirmatory letter with school owl.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress


On another enclosed page was a list of school supplies, reading:

Uniform
First-year students will require:
1. 3 (three) sets of plain work robes (black)
2. 1(one) plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. 1 (one pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. 1 (one) winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' 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

Other equipment
1 (one) wand
1 (one) cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 (one) set glass or crystal phials
1 (one) telescope
1 (one) set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.



So, this is it, Chrom thought. I'm finally going to Hogwarts!

 

[Power Shot]

Drew was dreaming.

More specifically, his dreams normally revolved around the annoying puzzles his father bought for him. He would be forced to read the riddle then come up with the answer. But sometimes, Drew's father would give him the answer and ask Drew for the riddle. It drove the twelve year old nuts.

He could hear a faint scratching on his window, and opened it to reveal a small little owl, probably a local one. Glancing around the street outside, he carefully opened the window and let in the owl.

"What're you doing here little guy?" he asked, as the owl stuck out a talon with a letter attached to it.

"What's this Tobias?" Drew asked the red-tailed hawk that he owned as a pet. "Something for me?" he turned to ask the owl, but the bird was already gone.

"Hmm..." Drew muttered, looking the envelope up and down. "It is written on clean, foriegn paper with the seal of Howgwarts stamped in red English wax on the bottom."

It was his school letter from Hogwarts.

Drew tore it open to read in magically copied handwriting....

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Dear Mr. Lathan,
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 September 1. We apologise fully for the delay of owls, send back your confirmatory letter with school owl.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress

On another enclosed page was a list of school supplies, reading:

Uniform
First-year students will require:
1. 3 (three) sets of plain work robes (black)
2. 1(one) plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. 1 (one pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. 1 (one) winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' 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

Other equipment
1 (one) wand
1 (one) cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 (one) set glass or crystal phials
1 (one) telescope
1 (one) set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

"What's that supposed to mean Tobias?" he said, looking at the broom rule. Sure, he had never flown before, but he was a really fast learner. "I'm going to ask Dad if I can smuggle one in."

Tobias screeched in response, before returning to his slumber. Soon after, Drew did the same. Tomorrow, they were going to meet one of his dad's friends, who had children going to Hogwarts.

 

[ForestEmerald]

Sora got up from his anything but graceful slide down the banister and sulked into the kitchen. He noticed that it was rather empty. He was thinking to himself, wondering where his mom would be this early on a Saturday morning. He shrugged it off and ventured back up to his room. He was still having trouble focusing on what was running through his mind. What's wrong with me, he thought to himself, nothing seems to work when I write it down. He threw himself onto his bed and tried to clear his mind. IT didn't work because his sister came in minutes afterward.

"Hey, want to help me out with these?" she asked, holding a crate.

"Sure. What are they?" he asked, getting up off his bed.

"A shipment of new feed we got for the owls at the Magical Menagerie. I need to see if the owls like them, so I'm going to try the feed on our owls." she said.

"Alright." Sora said.

They left his room and trudged down the stairs into the kitchen and left through the glass backdoors. They walked through the soaked grass from the night befors's rain and to the large pen in the back of the garden, near the greenhouse. Sam fiddled with the door for a while as it sticks for some odd reason. Once it was open, they were greeted by a loud screech from each of the five owls in the pen.

"Well, let's get started then." she said, opening the crate and pulling out a small pack of feed. "Just take one and see if the owls like it.

"Okay." he said, opening the pack.

After what seemed like an hour of constant trial and error with the owls and feed, his mom came into the pen.

"Sora, this just arrived for you. It's your Hogwarts letter!" she said excitedly.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, grabbing the letter and ripping it open. Inside were two pieces of parchment with letters written in green ink. The first said in very formal writing:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY​

Dear Mr. Hepton,
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 September 1. We apologise fully for the delay of owls, send back your confirmatory letter with school owl.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress


The second one, in the same writing, said:

Uniform
First-year students will require:
1. 3 (three) sets of plain work robes (black)
2. 1(one) plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. 1 (one pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. 1 (one) winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' 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

Other equipment
1 (one) wand
1 (one) cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 (one) set glass or crystal phials
1 (one) telescope
1 (one) set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

Finally, thought Sora, I'm going to Hogwarts!

"Well," his mom began, "we better go to Diagon Alley and get your stuff. Good thing I don't have to work today."

OOC: I hope you don't mind. I just used the letter you had in your post.

 

[Shadowcat]

An Owl approached the Living Room where Sapphire and her father were, and dropped a letter in front of Sapphire. She picked it up, taking a glance at the letter.

To: Miss Sapphire Granger

Sapphire read nothing more, and quickly opened the letter, wanting to know what was in store for her.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry



Dear Ms. Granger,
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 September 1. We apologise fully for the delay of owls, send back your confirmatory letter with school owl.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress


On another enclosed page was a list of school supplies, reading:

Uniform
First-year students will require:
1. 3 (three) sets of plain work robes (black)
2. 1(one) plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. 1 (one pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. 1 (one) winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' 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

Other equipment
1 (one) wand
1 (one) cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 (one) set glass or crystal phials
1 (one) telescope
1 (one) set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

Also, here are some directions to Diagon Alley, where you can buy the items needed:

Please head towards the Leaky Cauldron in London, and speak to the bartender, Tom. He will then bring you to Diagon Alley.

Also, you can change Muggle money to Gallons, Sickles and Knuts which are to be used in Hogwarts and Diagon Alley in Gringots Bank.

Sincerely,
Minvera Mcgonagall

"Dad, read this letter," Sapphire said, handing her father the letter.

"Sapphire, your cousin went to this school, and she was an excellent witch. Now, what's that called. Ah! I may be Muggle Born, but you're gifted. You're a witch like your cousin," Her father replied.

"All right, now, shall we go and buy these items?" Sapphire asked.

"Yes, but I'll have to withdraw some money from the bank to buy these. Now, change into your outdoor clothes, and let's get moving!" Her father said, motioning her to enter her room to change.

OOC: Whee! Anyway, Ollivander shows us how to cast a spell which is 'Lumos', the light spell if I'm not wrong.

 

[MerkelHog]

Daniel decided that he would go for a swim before the letters from Hogwarts arrived. He needed something to do to get away from the madness of his house. His mom has been freaking out about it for a week. Every time someone mentioned Hogwarts, she would go off on another story about her experience at the famous school or say how proud she would be if we got in. It was driving everyone mad. If it wasn’t for his sister and the ocean Daniel would have gone insane from listening to his mom.

It was a wonderful evening. There was not a single cloud in the sky. The sun was shining brightly and made the pristine blue water shimmer with golden bands. Daniel swam his usual route to meet the merpeople that lived nearby his house in a secret cove. When he got there he ate some gillyweed from a patch that was specifically grown for human visitors so that they could stay underwater and be uninhibited by any kind of underwater breathing apparatus and be able to travel about without much effort. He spent many hours there playing with his friends as well as the dolphins that frequently visited this spot because of its pristine water. Daniel couldn’t wait to get his letter from Hogwarts. He heard that there was a colony of merfolk in the lake next to the school. He wondered if they would be as nice as the ones he knew. One of his merfriend’s said that his uncle lives there and it is a very neat place to live, but the water is all murky and stuff. After what seemed like hours, Daniel decided that he would head back to the house. When he left the cove, he saw that it was nighttime. Daniel could not believe he stayed in the cove for so long As he slowly approached the beach, he saw his sister jumping up and down in the light of the moon holding something in her hand.

_____________________

Ashley saw her brother leave the house around 6:30 p.m. after they had dinner. Her mom was all ready on another of her wild rampages. Today it was unusually out of control because the Hogwarts letters were to arrive at 9:00 tonight. After listening to her ramblings about her life at Hogwarts for most of the day, Ashley decided she would go and watch the sunset out on the beach. Pretty soon she slowly fell asleep on the beach watching the sun go down beyond the horizon. She dreamt about what it might be like to go to Hogwarts and what adventures she might have.

She saw herself on a quidditch pitch high up in the air zooming left and right trying to catch the snitch that was flying in front of her. She was racing against the seeker of Slytherin to try to get the lighting fast ball. Right as she was about to catch the snitch she heard a screeching sound coming from behind her. As she turned around she saw that a bludger was heading straight towards her, but this was no ordinary bludger for it had two huge wings coming out of both sides. Just as it was about to hit, Ashley felt something nipping at her fingers. When she awoke, Ashley saw a huge barn owl standing next to her with two letters with the Hogwarts seal on it. She decided to wait until Daniel got back to go and tell their parents about the letter.

_____________________

When Daniel got to the beach where his sister stood jumping, he saw that she held their Hogwarts’ letters in her hand. They walked inside the house to show their parents the letters. After Daniel had dried off, his whole family sat down to open the letters at the dining room table. Both of them read the same except for who they were addressed to. Both said:

Dear Mr. (Ms.) McFadden,

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 September 1. We apologize fully for the delay of owls; send back your confirmatory letter with school owl.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress


On another enclosed page was a list of school supplies, reading:

Uniform
First-year students will require:
1. 3 (three) sets of plain work robes (black)
2. 1(one) plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. 1 (one pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. 1 (one) winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' 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

Other equipment
1 (one) wand
1 (one) cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 (one) set glass or crystal phials
1 (one) telescope
1 (one) set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

Both Daniel and Ashley looked at each other with huge grins on their faces.

“Well now that that is out of the way, we better get this house cleaned because Drew and his family should be arriving sometime tomorrow so that we can travel together to The Leaky Cauldron by Floo Powder. I have fixed it to where our house will be connected to Floo system.” said Daniel’s dad as he got up from the table.

Daniel and Ashley were very happy to hear this because they haven’t seen Drew for a while. Ashley was extremely happy because though she would never admit it, she had a crush on Drew. They set off to clean the house immediately, all the time thinking about what lies ahead of them.

OoC: Sorry for being so late.

 

[O'Malley]

Judith had been getting Artemis back into her cage after her father had cleaned it out with a simple "Scourgify", constantly stroking the brown bird on the head. It clamped its feet on its perch and closed its eyes. Judith's father was sipping a cup of coffee and Judith was just watching her owl sleeping contently.

Time just seemed to be creeping by and ever since Judith heard the news that the Hogwarts acceptance letters were coming that morning, every tick of the old-fashioned clock seemed to take longer and longer. It wasn't more than ten minutes before she heard tapping at a window. She rushed to the window and flung it open. A large grey owl fluttered its wings and hopped inside the Olney household. Tied to its leg was a piece of parchment. She untied it carefully and the owl flew back out of the window.

The letter read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Dear Ms. Olney,
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 September 1. We apologise fully for the delay of owls, send back your confirmatory letter with school owl.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress


On another enclosed page was a list of school supplies, reading:

Uniform
First-year students will require:
1. 3 (three) sets of plain work robes (black)
2. 1(one) plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. 1 (one pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. 1 (one) winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' 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

Other equipment
1 (one) wand
1 (one) cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 (one) set glass or crystal phials
1 (one) telescope
1 (one) set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

Judith felt a bit breathless after she finished reading the letter, and when she could take her eyes off the piece of parchment she ran into the living room of her house. "It's finally here!" she shouted. She came in so fast her father choked on his sip of coffee.

"Wot is?" Judith's father asked, blowing on his hand off of which hot coffee was dripping. Judith placed the piece of parchment in his other hand and he read it over. He seemed to be short of breath at first as well. "Wow..." he said. He started chuckling. "Well, 'ow about that?" he laughed. "I knew you'd inherit the wizarding gene..." he trailed off for a moment. Judith knew he was thinking about her mother. They had divorced only a year ago. Judith's father gained his senses and continued. "Right then..." he said. "We ought to go to Diagon Alley soon. You have a load of supplies to get before you can get to Hogwarts. Oh, and by the way, time for Artemis to test out her repaired wing... she's got to fly to Hogwarts to confirm your acceptance."