"This is your trunk, okay?" my mom asked me, giving me a worried look.
"Oh, and here, have some money for the train," my dad added, handing me some cash.
"You can ask one of the older kids where to buy food," Mom told me.
"Okay, ready?" Dad asked.
I gave him a sarcastic look. "I'm not five."
He smiled at me. "I know but-"
He was cut off by my mother crying. "My little baby is going to school!"
I guess it's natural for parents to cry on their kid's first day of school. But this normally happens when the kid is 4. You see, I'm a witch and we start school at age 11. I know what you're thinking. Witches are freaks. Or that we're just weirdly religious people. But my family is totally normal. Except for the whole magic thing. Anyways, I've been getting home-schooled for the past 4 years because my parents couldn't afford Hogwarts. But now, my dad got a raise at his job, so it was goodbye to the burrow, and hello Hogwarts.
"I'm okay," my mother sniffed, recovering.
"I'll be careful," I promised her.
A/N: So... what do you think? I know I probably have too many stories going, but I had to.
