AN: Sort of an experiment, I guess. Basically, we're following the lives of some students of the new generation, including Harry's kids, some muggle-borns, and others. Harry will be a main character in this as well. Basically, it's my idea of how muggle-born kids of 2018 would learn to cope without the internet and electronic devices, among other things ( I figure by 2018 we'll all be more addicted than ever). Sort of seeing how these worlds will clash. There's going to be a whole cast of characters beyond just the ones introduced here (I was going to introduce them all, but the chapter started getting too long). So, tell me what you think!
Chapter One: Stephanie, Lily, Alan, Will and Winnie
Golda Kasner strode down the streets of the West End, glancing around and carefully reading the identifying numbers marking each building, many of which were theaters. The sights of the glittering structures were rather impressive to her. It was a fascinating testament to how devoted the other part of society was to their entertainment.
Finally she came upon the Bassry apartment building, a towering skyscraper with a gold awning. As she neared the door, an old muggle in a green uniform opened the door for her, smiling. The lobby was large and gaudy, with white marble floors, gold-colored reflective moldings and wood-paneled walls. Upon entering, another muggle, a large, younger man in a similar uniform, walked up to her, a gun attached to his belt.
"May I help you, Ms-?"
"Professor Golda Kasner. I am here to see the Levitts." Golda replied. "I believe they live in the Penthouse."
His eyes widened. "Just one second, Ma'am, I gotta call up and see if they're expecting you, just a second."
It seemed strange to Golda, but then again, there was very little that didn't seem strange to her in the non-magic world. It had been a while since she had spent a great deal of time in the Muggle world, but there it was.
The man held a small grey device to his ear and pressed a button. "Hello, Ms Parnell, sorry to bother you, but there's a lady here to see Ms. Levitt. Goes by Professor Golda Kasner. Early forties, tall, black, wearing a yellow dress- Yes, alright then, I'll send her up." He put the device down. "Alright, you're good to go. Just take the elevator at the end of the lobby, it'll take you right up.
"Thank you."
Golda strode over to the lone back elevator with the letters "PH" on top, pressed the "up" button and entered.
As the elevator rose, Golda rehearsed what she planned to say to these muggles. It had been a while since she had really spoken to any, the last being her maternal grandfather, and that had been back when she was a child. Since then, she had lived like any other witch, rarely venturing into Muggle territory except to get somewhere else. Now, she regretted it.
Oh, why, why had she agreed to do this? When McGonagall had mentioned this to the teachers, she had jumped at the chance to do it. She had been so eager to prove that she had no issue with Muggles or muggle-born students that she volunteered to meet with this student's parents without even thinking of the consequences. Muggle society had definitely changed in the last thirty years. What was she doing there?
Before she managed to Apparate out of there, the doors open to another marble foyer. She was greeted by three children staring up at her curiously. Strangely enough, one of them, the eldest, a girl of about eight, looked to be of Asian descent. The next oldest, a boy, was black, and the youngest was a little white girl of about two clutching a blanket and sucking her thumb.
"Um, hello." Golda said, nervously.
The oldest responded. "Are you the witch?"
"I-I am." She replied. The two youngest backed away looking frightened, but the eldest stayed still.
"Are you a good witch, like Glinda, or a bad witch?" The girl asked bravely.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad witch, I'm not here to hurt you, just talk to your—er, parents. I'm Professor Kasner."
"I'm Lyla, and this is Max and Arabelle."
"Well, are you good children, or bad children?" Golda asked.
"Good children."
Then, a tired-looking woman with brown hair tied into a lazy bun with front strands falling in her face carrying an infant came out into the foyer.
"You three, stop bothering the lady, go in the den and play. Lyla, take your sister." The woman responded, handing the baby of and then extending her hand. The children left, glancing over their shoulders nervously as they walked off.
"You must be Professor Kasner, sorry about that. Welcome."
"Yes, I am, and I assume you're Mrs. Levitt?" Kasner said, shaking it.
"Oh no, I'm Mary Parnell, the nanny. Rachel and Ben are the ones you're meeting with. They're waiting for you in Rachel's office. Come on, I'll show you. Would you like a drink?"
"No, that's fine." Kasner replied, following Mary down a hall to her right. The apartment was large but strangely homey, with family pictures and art lining the walls. Mary came up to a white door and knocked.
"Come in!" Came a voice and the two women entered the room.
Ms. Levitt's office was a large, circular room with powder blue walls, hardwood floors and cherry wood furniture with white draperies. At the other end of the room at the center of the large windows was a large, handsome desk. A champagne leather couch sat at an angle off to the right corner, three wooden chairs sat in front of the desk and a small love seat sat perpendicular to the desk off to the side of it. Behind the desk in a comfortable-looking chair sat an attractive, dark-haired woman dressed in an expensive-looking pale pink suit. Standing over her was a younger woman with red hair. On the love seat sat an extremely handsome blonde man in a khaki pants and blue golf shirt.
Once the doors were opened, the three adults looked up and came forward, smiling.
"Professor Kasner!" The older woman said, smiling, "How lovely of you to come!"
The woman shook Professor Kasner's hand, dismissed Mary quickly, and then turned her attention back to Kasner. "I'm Rachel Levitt, Stephanie's mother, this is my husband, Ben Archer, Stephanie's stepfather, and my assistant Carrie. I'm so happy you could come and meet with us. Please, sit down, can we get you a drink?"
"Oh, no thank you, your nanny already offered me one. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Levitt."
"Oh please, call me Rachel."
Golda looked nervously at Carrie.
"Oh, don't worry, Carrie is practically family. And even if she wasn't she's bound by a confidentiality agreement. She won't tell a soul."
Though Rachel seemed nice enough, there was something that bothered Kasner about her. There was something wrong with Rachel's face. Though her mouth was smiling, the parts of her face around her eyes seemed a little… stiff. They all sat down around the desk and Kasner felt a little awkward.
"You have a lovely home."
"Oh, thank you."
"And, um, your children are darling."
"OH, thank you, we're very proud of them." Ben said. "I'm sorry Stephanie's not here yet. She had Rugby practice earlier today and it ran late. She only got home a few minutes ago and needed to take a shower, but she'll be out soon."
"Oh, well, while we are waiting for her, why don't we discuss the school. You requested a representative from Hogwarts to come and meet with you about your daughter's enrollment, yes?" Kasner asked.
"Yes, you see, while we have the utmost respect for you all and your culture, I'm afraid we really don't know anything about it or what any of this means. When we first got your letter we thought it was some sort of joke or some desperate amateur writer trying to get our attention." Rachel said.
"Rachel is a film maker and theater director and playwrite," said Ben, reading Golda's expression. "We get a lot of people trying to sell us ideas for movies and plays. It wouldn't be the first time somebody did something as strange as send us a weird letter."
"Oh, I see. Well, Hogwarts is a school of magic, it teaches sorcery to young people with magical powers."
"When you say 'Magical Powers' what exactly do you mean?"
Golda took her wand from her pocket. "If I may give a demonstration?"
"Certainly." Rachel said, looking a little nervous.
Golda pointed it at one of the picture frames on Rachel's desk, turned it into a mouse (causing Carrie to scream), then changed it back.
"So, you can transform objects?" Ben asked.
"Among other things." Golda replied, putting her wand back in her pocket.
"And there's a whole society of people like you?" Rachel asked. Golda nodded.
"Then why haven't we heard of people like you before?"
"We like to keep ourselves secret, not reveal ourselves to muggles unless necessary."
"Muggles?" Ben asked.
"Non-magical people."
"And you believe my daughter is one of you?"
"Yes, of course. Otherwise, we would never have sent a letter. Surely there have been things that have happened at certain points around Stephanie that you couldn't explain."
Rachel's expression darkened. "Yes, actually. A few times. There was one time when she was being punished by a teacher she didn't like and his nose- changed."
"Those were Stephanie's magical abilities manifesting themselves. It often happens to magical children."
"But what I don't understand is, how is it that she's a witch? I'm not magical, nor was her biological father."
"Oh, it's actually quite common. Magical children show up in Muggle families quite a bit. Muggle-borns, they're called."
Rachel looked down. "It's hard to believe."
"If… you don't mind me asking, where is Stephanie's natural father?"
"Oh, he's long gone. Left when Stephanie was a baby, haven't seen or spoken to him since. But I'm certain he wasn't magical. He came from a very boring, conventional family, there was never anything remotely spectacular about him. I met him in High School, anyways."
"I see. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Stephanie and I have had Ben." Rachel said, looking affectionately at her husband. "So, this school is going to teach her how to use her magical powers. And there will be others like her there, other muggle borns?"
"Oh yes. There are seven school years at Hogwarts, all which take place at the same time as a regular Muggle school year. The school has a wonderful history. It's been around for over a thousand years and has produced some amazing witches and wizards. The Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, is a wonderful, brilliant witch and Stephanie will be perfectly safe and be exposed to a wonderful world."
"That's all well and—"
Rachel was then interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in!"
The door opened revealing a girl of about eleven and a couple of younger faces peering into the office in the background. The girl came in and closed the door behind her. Golda observed her carefully.
She was a rather normal-looking girl. Dark hair like her mother's, blue eyes, tanned. She was tall, wearing a blue tank-dress, arms and legs rather muscular, very athletic-looking. But her face was round and full, a sharp contrast to the rest of her.
She ran over, kissed her mother on the cheek, said hello to Carrie, then turned and looked at Kasner.
"Stephanie, this is Professor Kasner, she's one of the teachers at the school. Professor Kasner, this is my Stephanie."
"Hello, Professor. It is, like, totally cool to meet you." Stephanie said, shaking Kasner's hand. Golda resisted the urge to laugh.
"Likewise, Miss Levitt."
Stephanie sat down next to her step-father on the loveseat. He put his arm around her and pulled her close with genuine affection.
"Professor, I always knew my little girl was special and while I don't have any issues with her learning magic, I am worried about her well-being. Sending my oldest child off to a school I've never heard of run by a group of people I didn't even know existed until recently—well, you can understand my misgivings."
"There's no safer place in the world than Hogwarts."
"It's not just that. I'm just... worried about her having some sort of culture shock. She knows nothing about the wizarding world, nor do either of her parents. I mean, this letter… 'We await your owl'? We had no idea what that meant, we sent our response by post but… and this supply list…. 'Standard Book of Spells, Grade One'? 'Dragon Hide Gloves'? "Work Robes'? 'Magical Theory'? 'Standard size two pewter cauldron'? 'Students may bring a cat or and owl or a toad'? 'First years are not allowed broomsticks'? Who keeps an owl as a pet? And that thing about broomsticks? That's true? Carrie, Ben and I all scoured the internet and book shops looking for magical textbooks. The only things we were able to find were some books on the wiccan religion and stupid fake spells for teenage girls. I couldn't even find anything on Google, nor could I find anything about Hogwarts."
"Well, the places you get those things are at a hidden magical place. And owls…. We keep them because they deliver our mail and-"
"But, I mean, what about Ringo?" Stephanie piped up.
Golda looked at the girl. "Ringo?"
"Ringo is my dog."
Golda grimaced. "I'm sorry, Miss Levitt, but dogs are not allowed."
"But he's like, totally small! He's a King Charles Spaniel and he's really well-behaved! I promise I'll take care of him!" Stephanie said, her eyes starting to produce tears.
"I'm sorry, Miss Levitt, but those are the rules." Golda hated saying that to her.
The tears fell. Ben looked nervous.
"Look, why don't I take Steph out for a few minutes until she calms down?"
"Alright." Rachel said.
The mother watched their retreating backs with a great amount of unhappiness. Once the door shut, she looked back at Golda.
"Look, isn't there anything we can do? Can't I talk to the headmistress? Stephanie loves that dog."
"I'm sorry, but dogs require too much care."
Rachel sat back and sighed. "See, this is part of the reason I'm worried. Stephanie is going to have to leave her family, all her friends, her dog, all to go live in this world she knows nothing about. I have no doubt she'll like to learn magic but… there's all sorts of things about your world we don't know and I don't know how well she'll be able to adapt. May I speak bluntly?"
"Certainly."
"Stephanie's a wonderful child but part of the problem is that she's also an immensely spoiled one. Look, I'm not trying to brag, but I am a very wealthy, powerful, and famous woman. I grew up poor and was determined to give any children I had a better life than I had. By the time Stephanie was born, I had already become rich. So, ever since her birth, she, like all my children, has lived in the lap of luxury. She's not a spoiled brat. We have made sure she's well disciplined, has good values and manners and she's a sweet girl and very smart. But there hasn't been a moment in her life where she hasn't been surrounded by family and help making her life as easy as possible." Rachel got up from her chair and began to pace as she spoke. "She's always lived in a sheltered environment and isn't accustomed to the unknown or dealing with it. Now, maybe it was a mistake to keep her so sheltered, but all I wanted was to protect her. I mean, I knew that eventually she'd go out in the world and leave home but I thought that it would be like with every other child I knew and that it would happen at eighteen when she left for college in a world she still sort of knew, not all of a sudden when she's still a young child of eleven in a world that is apparently completely unlike anything she's ever known. I'm assuming I don't have much choice about this magic school thing though. If she's got some kind of power in her, then she needs to learn to control it. But what I'm afraid of is sending her out into this new world that is completely unlike anything she's ever known without her family around, and having her break down because of it. I don't want my daughter freaking out or having issues that could harm her development and keep her from succeeding. I mean, are you Muggle-born?"
Golda shook her head. "I'm afraid not. But yes, I can understand your concern. But really, Stephanie won't be the only muggle-born child at Hogwarts, I'm sure she'll make friends."
"I just wish there was some way, I don't know… How do you all usually help Muggle-born children adapt? Isn't there some kind of program or something?"
"No, I'm afraid not. All first years are helped along by teachers and prefects, but nothing special for muggle-borns."
"See, that's where I have a problem! I mean, I can't believe you guys don't have some kind of program or orientation thing for muggle-born students! I mean, I'm sure there's all sorts of things about your world that are different in your world. It just doesn't seem fair or right."
Golda felt her stomach sink. She could see what this woman was saying and was actually rather touched by the concern Rachel showed. And she had a good point. While muggle-born students managed to adapt, it could be hard for them. Even as a child who grew up in a magical household, Hogwarts did take a while to get used to. It had to be harder for Muggle-borns, especially ones as sheltered as Stephanie. She wanted to help these people, she really did.
And then she had an idea.
"I might have an idea, actually. If you don't mind, just a second…."
"Alright, go ahead."
Golda got up and exited the office. Once outside, she pulled a two-way mirror from her pocket and said, "Professor McGonagall."
"Yes, Kasner, what is it? Have you met with the Levitts?"
"Yes, Headmistress, and they're a very nice but they did bring something troubling to my attention."
"What is it?"
Kasner explained Rachel's worries to McGonagall in detail. "And I thought, maybe if we contacted a wizarding family we know to meet with Ms. Levitt and her family and I don't know… teach them a few things and guide them a bit prior to term? So that the child is somewhat prepared?"
"That's an excellent suggestion, Golda." Minerva smiled. "You know, sometimes it's hard to believe you're a Slytherin."
"Well, that's one of the reasons I wanted to meet with them." Golda replied.
"I think I know just the family to call, too. Alright, I'll try to make arrangements. You go and speak to Mrs. Levitt and I'll speak with you soon."
"Thank you, Minerva."
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Lily Potter got up much earlier than was usual for her, despite the fact that she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before anyways. She felt full of energy anyways, over the absolute excitement. Today was the day. The images of Gwenog Jones and the other Holyhead Harpies that adorned her walls seemed to be waving and smiling at her with more gusto and enthusiasm, as if reflecting her own feelings.
She decided to take advantage of the time she had to take a long time in the bathroom. Ever since the summer began it had been back to sharing it with her two older brothers and having it to herself was one of the few things she missed about being the only one of her siblings who wasn't in school. But first, she went over to the corner where the loose floorboard was, lifted it, and grabbed the razor she had underneath. She had stolen it from the Muggle drug store in town months ago. She wasn't usually a thief, but she had needed it badly. She had been wanting to shave since age six when she noticed how unattractive the frizzy red hair on her legs was. But when it started sprouting under her arms, she became desperate. Her mother had insisted she was still too young, but Lily wasn't about to send the summer without being able to wear a tank top. So she lifted it from the muggle shop and kept it hidden. Unfortunately, her luck being what it was, she only ever got to shave her pits thank to her usually quite limited time to shower thanks to sharing it with two boys. Normally she'd just shave her legs at a different time of day, but Albus had this summer adopted the same habit James had the summer before: one of locking himself in the bathroom alone several times a day for several minutes and refusing to come out. Back when it was just James doing it, it was annoying, but with both of them, it was impossible to get any alone time in there. She had tried once at the beginning of summer, but then in the middle of the hair removal process, James had started pounding on the door and startled her so badly she accidentally shaved off a strip of skin from her left shin. It was incredibly painful and there was still a mark from it.
She had tried to talk to her parents about the two of them using the bathroom like this, but whenever the subject was brought up, they'd blush, look down, say something about James or Albus having their "special alone time" and refuse to say anything else.
But, from the sound of thing, her brothers were still sound asleep. So maybe at least this time she'd get to take care of her legs.
As it happened, she did. She emerged from her shower smiling and feeling fresh. As she combed her hair, washed her face and took care of everything else, she kept rubbing her calves together, loving the soft, smooth feeling of her freshly-shaved legs touching each other.
She put on the green sundress her mother had gotten her that was the exact color of her eyes and went downstairs to the kitchen to find her father already up, making eggs.
"You're up early." He said, smiling at her.
"I was too excited."
He grinned at her. He was actually pretty happy she was up. It would only be a few weeks before she left for school, and it felt more like a few hours. He was trying to grab every moment he could to spend with her before she left. It was going to be weird, not having the kids around.
Lily walked over to her Dad and peered at the stove. "Can you make mine over-easy?"
"I thought you liked them sunny-side up."
"I've been having them over-easy for two years."
Harry winced slightly. "Right… Sorry. Glad you're excited, though."
She nodded. "I really am. And you're going to be able to come this time too, which is awesome."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. I can't wait to see you get your first wand or put on your Hogwarts robes for the first time."
She smiled. "What about the family we're meeting? Do you think they'll be like Aunt and Uncle Dursley?"
"No, Professor McGonagall says they're very nice and don't seem to have a problem with magic. When I got my letter, they did everything they could to keep me from reading it. Even moved us all out to a hut on the sea."
"Really?"
"Really. I never told you that story?"
Lily shook her head.
"Well, it was a couple of week before my eleventh birthday and…" Harry got to the part where Uncle Vernon had moved him upstairs once he finished the eggs and told the rest as they ate. Lily laughed out loud several times.
"What was your first day like?"
"Well, I was—"
He was interrupted then by the sound of an explosion coming from the living room. His stomach sank. "Wait just a second, sweetheart."
Harry went into the living room to find the head of the Minister of Magic himself floating among the flames. "Potter, there's an emergency. I need you to get to Hogwarts immediately."
"Kingsley, it's my day off; is this really-"
"Yes, Potter, a code black."
Harry's blood went cold. He gulped. "Very well then, I'll get there as soon as possible."
"I'm out." And with that, Kingsleys head disappeared.
His stomach in his pelvis, Harry went back into the kitchen.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but something's come up. I've got to leave. I'll try to meet you at Diagon Alley as soon as I can. Tell your Mum, Aunt and Uncle that there's been an emergency. I'll see you soon."
"But Dad—"
He kissed on the forehead. "I'm sorry, Lily, but I promise I'll do whatever I can to be there later today."
Before Lily could say another word, he disapparated. The red-head groaned and went upstairs to her parents' bedroom to find her mother standing at her dressing table brushing her hair.
"You're up early. Excited, are we?"
But Ginny Weasley-Potter only got the response of a pout.
"What's wrong?"
"Dad, he's been called away. Some sort of emergency."
"What sort of emergency?" Ginny asked.
"He wouldn't say." Lily walked over to her parents' bed and sat in a huff. "He's going to miss everything."
"You don't know that. He just might be a bit late. Go tell your—"
Lily got up. "Yeah, I'll tell them."
The red-head went back to her room, opened her window and grabbed her Cleansweep twenty-one. At least this meant one more broom ride before leaving for school, she thought to herself glumly before shooting out into the sky.
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The bookstore was crowded as it always was at that time of year. Alan wasn't surprised, after all, it was only a couple of weeks until the term started. But what did surprise him was how small and cramped the place was. He would have thought there would be some kind of spell to make it bigger on the inside.
Alan desperately needed to find someone who worked there. He was completely unfamiliar with this sort of place. He and his mother kept getting jostled. He wished he could shrink himself down, like Wasp and fly around until he found an unattended worker.
"Oh, Alan, I think there's one!"
His mother pointed over to a grumpy-looking red-headed witch wearing the same blue hat as the other Flourish & Blotts employees. Alan and his mother rushed over to her.
"Excuse me, Ma'am." Alan said carefully, "My mum and I were looking for schoolbooks. It's my first year and-"
"You and several other children. Go stand over there and I'll be right with you with your books, alright Dearie?."
She had pointed over to a corner where two mousy-haired children stood with their Dad. The two were tapping away at their IComps. Alan felt a sense of relief, at least there were a couple of kids around who were muggle born.
His mother and him walked over to the group. Alan smiled at the girl. "Hi, I'm Alan. I guess you're muggle-born too, huh?"
The boy looked up from his IComp and extended his hand to shake it. "I'm Will Madison, and that's my twin sister Winnie. Pleasure."
Alan shook his hand and Will went back to typing at his IComp.
"So, um, you guys are starting at Hogwarts too, huh?"
"Yep." Will replied, his head still bent over the device. "Bit of a shock for us, but we're pretty excited. Winnie especially."
Alan looked back at Winnie. "Yeah? "
The man behind the girl suddenly grabbed her IComp from her hands. "Winnie! Someone is talking to you!"
The girl looked pained by losing her device, then looked at the boy. "What's your name?"
"Alan. Alan Green."
"My brother and I will facebook you tonight, then. What school did you go to before?"
"Pine Ridge. It's in Sheffield."
"Sweet."
"I'm already on it. There." Will looked up. "Just sent a friend request."
Alan pulled his own IComp from his pocket and checked it. "Alright, approved."
Winnie looked at Will. "Can you-?"
"Already on it." Will typed a few things in and looked at the others. "Got it. Sent a request for you, Sis."
Alan looked down. Sure enough, he had gotten another friend request from Winnie's page. He approved it with a smile. His mother snorted and looked at the twins' father.
"Beth Green," said Alan's mother, extending her hand to Mr. Madison.
"George Madison. Amazing, isn't it?"
"This place? Oh, yes. I couldn't believe it when we got the letter, thought it was some sort of joke."
"We did as well. But it turned out to be legit. Did you have any trouble finding this place?"
"Oh yes, we were looking around here for ages, until Alan said to me, 'Why don't we ask around in that pub?' I couldn't see which pub he was pointing to. Just looked like an old abandoned corner to me, but sure enough, he leads me through the door and the bartender was very nice."
Just then, the red-headed witch came over with three huge stacks of enormous books. She dropped them onto the low shelf n front of them with an impressive thud! The entire party gaped.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but is there any way we could get these on e-book?" Beth asked.
The witch looked at her like she was speaking another language. "E-book?"
"You know, an electronic book? To put on my son's IComp so that he wouldn't have to carry all these around constantly. They seem very heavy."
The red-headed witch's eyes narrowed. "Electronic books? Really? My husband and daughter in law would be very interested in hearing about that. But, well I'm afraid electronic devices don't work at Hogwarts."
Somehow, all five people managed to let their jaws drop lower.
"Wh-what?" Winnie asked.
"Well, yes, you see, all the magic in the air makes all those little things go haywire." She explained.
All three kids looked at each other. Alan was absolutely dismayed. How was he supposed to stay in contact with all his friends at home? It had been bad enough learning that he'd have to leave home… but without being able to check on his Mom whenever he wanted to?
"But, how are we supposed to contact our kids?" Beth asked.
The witch's eyes widened. "Well, you can write them letters, of course! Just get an owl!"
"An owl. You people still send letters. And you do it with owls." George stated, dumbfounded.
"Well yes, you mean muggles don't send letters anymore?" The witch asked.
"No, not really. Just the elderly. We use phones and email." Beth explained. She was not happy. She hadn't had to write an actual letter since she was in her twenties. How was she supposed to trust some bird with her sole form of contact with her son?
"Well, I'm sure you'll get used to it. As for their books- they can ask an older child to cast a weight-reducing charm on their books. It's what they all do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see to some other customers."
And with that, the witch walked off, shaking her head and muttering.
"Dad, I don't want to go to Hogwarts anymore." Winnie said.
"Sweetheart, we can't pull out now, you two are already enrolled."
Winnie looked at the huge stack of books in front of her and started to cry.