Rose:

I have always been regarded as somewhat of a freak by the other children growing up. From what I can recall, what token interaction I have had has made me an outcast. However, quite thankfully, social play has been quite minimal, as my mother and I live far away from most functioning society, engaged in never-ending battles in our passive-aggressive war.

The day my Hogwarts letter came, that was all about to change, and I was not quite sure how I felt about all that. I have grown up surrounded by wizard memorabilia that my mother has collected over the years (Another play against me, as I am sure she hates the tacky wizards as much as I), but I never really believed that magic was real, despite the numerous times I ended up in unfortunate situations I could not explain.

The only one in my family who truly believes in magic and truly loves wizards is my cousin, who is three years older than me, struggles from difficulties with alcohol, and has not been heard from in over five years. I cannot not be quite sure how I feel about this, but I know she, at least, would be overjoyed to learn that magic exists. I knew one thing for certain-my mother would not be accompanying me to Diagon Alley.

This was a decision I regretted a little less than twenty four hours later, when I found myself staring at a brick wall on the other side of a 'magical' pub. This was the moment I became thoroughly convinced that the entire idea was an elaborate ploy, and I readied myself to turn back with as much dignity as possible.

"Do you need any assistance?" A quiet voice said behind me, perhaps a little amused. Though I did not show it, I started a little, before turning around with all the grace of my eleven years. There was a girl standing there, around my age, with bright, jade green eyes, such in a color that I had never seen before. There was an older woman behind her with a kind face and a motherly air, and they were both dressed in elegant robes that seemed much fancier than this casual occasion called for. I smiled, albeit self-consciously, before asking as strongly as one could in that kind of situation,

"Do you happen to know the location of Diagon Alley?" The remark came out dryly, as I was still convinced on the falsity of my situation.

"Oh, are you muggle born?" The woman asked.

"Sorry?"

"You don't have a magical parent." The younger girl said, and I nodded, a little doubtfully but willing to go along with the charade for now. "What is your name?" she asked.

"Rose," I told her. "Rose Lalonde."

"I am Kanaya Maryam," came the response. "Here, let's get you two in and shopping," the woman said with a smile, and then she moved in front of us and tapped some kind of pattern on the bricks.

"You know what you are looking for?" Kanaya asked me, and I nodded, silent as the wall began to move.

"I look forward to seeing you at Hogwarts, Rose Lalonde."

Then the wall opened up entirely, and all my doubts faded as I saw a new world; one of streets of bustling witches and wizards, of spells and broomsticks, and owls and wands, and for the first time in my eleven years, I knew that magic was real.

Terezi:

I was incredibly happy when my letter came, for one reason and one reason only. My father didn't believe that Hogwarts would take cripples, and I had proved him wrong. Mum had always believed that I would make it, and she always said that I was stronger than those who could actually see. She was the one who taught me how to survive without sight, and I would not have made it without her.

But now I got to go to Hogwarts and meet my idol, Professor Redglare, who was the Head of the Department of Magical Law until she came to teach at Hogwarts. I hope I'm in Ravenclaw because of her, but if I can't be there, I hope for Gryffindor because their colors smell delicious. My older sister is in Gryffindor, but I'll never be as cool as her. She's just so rad.

Also, I don't know if I have the courage to make my father angry like that. He was a Slytherin, and all his Ministry friends are Slytherins, and none of them were happy when he married a Ravenclaw. Gryffindor would have almost been cause for my sister's disowning, if Mum hadn't intervened. I helped, of course. I've been planning to work in law my whole life, and send all the rule breakers to Azkaban. Even though I'm blind, I will be the best legislator there ever was, even better than Redglare.

Father was at work, so Mum took me to Diagon Alley. I only hope I didn't run into any of the old crowd I associated with before my accident. I also would love to avoid the pureblood families my father practically worships. The Serkets, Makaras and Amporas are the worst, but I've got no fondness for any of the old, traditional pureblood families.

Diagon Alley passed quickly and uneventfully. There was one tense moment when I heard Eridan Ampora coming through the crowd, but I darted inside Ollivanders to avoid him and his stuck-up, elitist family. Consequently, I ended up with a wand (Cherry and Dragon Heartstring, eleven and three fourths inches). Mum also wanted to get me an owl, but I absolutely refused any type of creature unless it was a dragon, which aren't allowed at Hogwarts. I supposed I'd just bring Lemonsnout, Berrybreath, and Honeytongue. They are real enough in my mind, even if everyone else says they are just toys.

I spent August packing my trunk and wondering about what house I could possibly end up in. It was going to be overwhelming, in a new place, with all the strange smells and noises. Not that I'd need any help of course. I hated being treated differently once people learned I was blind.

September 1st came quickly enough, and suddenly, I was on Platform Nine and Three Quarters, cringing at the amount of people I can hear bustling about. The noises were so loud, and I could only hope that Father didn't go track down the Makaras, whose obnoxious, crude voices I could hear from pretty far away. Something nearby smelled familiar though, someone...I knew? I heard a very familiar voice several feet in front of me.

"Terezi?'

"...Aradia?"

My jaw dropped as a girl who I thought was dead stood in front of me and began to speak. So, I did the only thing I could possibly think of-I turned tail, and ran.

Sollux:

I didn't know much when I received a letter from Hogwarts, but I knew one thing: I really didn't want to go. I was a kid of logic and numbers and technology, and none of that had anything to do with magic. But my mum looked so happy that day, happier than she had in a long time, so I knew I would have to say goodbye to the things that made sense and go join my brother at Hogwarts.

It was nearly 4 years to the day since Dad and Mituna got in an accident. I still don't know what happened. Since then, life has been...harder. Without Dad around, Mum has been getting sicker, and Mituna hasn't been right in the head since the accident. I know he loves Hogwarts, and my mum loves magic because it reminds her of Dad. It feels like the only thing I have done for most of my life is made sure my family is happy, and now, giving up technology is just another thing. If I didn't do this, I would just hate myself even more. Of course, if anyone can figure out how to sneak an illegal computer into a highly warded school without getting expelled, it's me.

The trip to Diagon Alley was highly anticipated by two of us. Mituna had insisted on coming, even though he'd come before, and I myself suffered through the various purchases magnimoniously. Finally, it was over, and I was given August to try and do the impossible with the objects most precious to me.

I was reasonably sure I was going to succeed. I'd dreamed it the night before, and I quite like the things I dreamed that didn't end in death and destruction. Yet another reason to not go to Hogwarts-escape the glimpses of the future awaiting. But eventually it was September 1st, my computer was safeguarded to the best of my abilities, and I was walking through a wall with my mother and brother yet again. Wonderful. To top it all off, mum had worked something out with the nurse, and she was going to be on my case all the time, making sure I took my pills.

Mituna was giddy in his excitement, his speech even more difficult to understand than usual.

"Aren't you so excited to come to Hogwarts, Sollux?" he asked me, apparently unaware of my apathy.

"Yeah, sure," I said, my discomfort clear as I forgot to hide my lisp. We were getting weird looks from some snobbish looking family who seemed to have themed themselves around the color purple as we stood there, a bit aimlessly. Mituna, as usual, obliviously headed off to find his friends, and I was left for an awkward goodbye with Mum. The day just kept getting better and better.

Vriska:

The morning my letter came, hope accompanied it.

I mean, that sounds really boring. But I hated my home life. I lived with my mother and father, both pureblood snobbery. Always, "Vriska, don't make friends with her, she's too low," and "Vriska, be sure to never talk to him, he's a mudblood." I hate them.

My sister, Aranea, isn't much help. I think she secretly disagrees with them, but she is too much of a boring goody two shoes snob to speak up.

Anyways, when my letter came, I packed up as quickly as possible and left for Diagon Alley, without a goodbye kiss or even nod from either of my parents. I stayed with my aunt who lived there. Finally, I am here. I just dread the moment I will be dragged

Fortunately, I had a best friend. She was a half-blood, so my parents didn't much approve, but she was sweet, and always therefore me. Her name was Kanaya, and she lived across the way from me. She went to Diagon Alley just a few days after I, and

Nepeta:

It was quiet morning. My dad and I were reading fairy tales out of my old childhood book, drinking warm milk. It was cold for a summer day. Rain pattered down on our windowsills, and it was the perfect day for Reminiscing. We read and looked through photo books. Suddenly, dad noticed a large tawny owl at the window. He looked at me and closed the book.

"Nepeta." he said quietly. I smiled.

"Yeah?" I asked, my eyes trained on the prey outside the window.

"Remember those stories I used to tell, about mom and how she was a superhero?"

"Of course! Those were my favfurite." I said, now looking at him closely.

"Well..."

I remember denying to a boy named Equius, who lived in my neighborhood, that I had powers. I didn't believe in magic, I wasn't a baby. What is really was that my cousin Meulin went to magic school, and dad made me swear not to tell anyone. But after that day with my dad, the day of celebration, I found Equius playing by himself in the woods behind our house. He was galloping around a clearing, making horse noises with his mouth.

"Equius?" I asked. He stopped dead.

"Hello, Nepeta." he said. I grinned.

"Well, I didn't believe you, at first. About the magic, you know? But I got a letter from an owl." I said. He smiled ear to ear.

"That is excellent!" he said excitedly. His usually string body quivered with excitement. "So, do you think you'll be in the same house as Meulin?"

"What?" I asked, suddenly on guard.

"My brother Horuss and her are friends." said Equius quickly. I relaxed.

"Oh, Horuss! Yeah, she has mentioned him! It's so weird we've lived so close for so long, and we never even talked!"

"Yes, that idea is ludicrous." said Equius.

"So... playing horses?" I asked. "None of my other friends like playing anymore."

"Do you- will you join me?" asked Equius.

"Sure!" I squealed. I played the strong horse's brave mountain lion companion. The game was so enjoyable that we came back to play again the next day, and the next.

And that's how Equius Zahhak and I became best friends.

That's also how my life as a witch, well. Began. And I was sooooo excited!