Disclamer:No, unfortunately I do not own Hogwarts or any of the student, beings, things, or professors in it. I only own Arita Callister and her family
Prologue
"Arita Callister!"
11-year-old Arita jumped, and guiltily put her book down. Her mother sighed. "Did you listen to anything I said??" She asked, exasperated.
Arita blushed, and didn't answer.
"She didn't mother. She was too busy reading fairy tales." Sandra, her sister, scoffed.
Their mom sighed. "Arita, you may go now. AS for you Sandra..." Arita grabbed her book and ran upstairs. As she reached the top of the stairs, she slowed down.
"It's not fairy tales, it's a collection of stories about witches and wizards." she whispered angrily.
As she reached her room, she pulled on her pajamas and went to the window. A shooting star raced by.
"I wish...that witches and wizards...and just MAGIC was real." Arita sighed, and climbed in bed. She dreamed of flying on a broom, casting spells, and raising magical animals.
The next morning the owl arrived.
