The wizard from belgium

I am Thijs Vanloor. I live at number 32 Boomstraat in Ghent, Belgium and I am eleven years old. The summer holidays have just started; this should be a wonderful time for me, but instead I'm in my room worrying about all the problems that have surfaced today.

This morning my mom came to my room with two letters: a yellow one and a blue one. I immediately knew what they were, I would have to make some hard decisions in the coming days .

My mom had told me everything about Hogwarts and the wizarding world after I showed my first signs of accidental magic at 6 years old.

Flashback:

It was a sunny day , a lot of people were cycling to the city centre and back along the Coupure channel. Among them a mother and her little seemed to be a very normal scene until the boy's bicycle slipped and started slide down towards the water pulling the boy with him. The mother started searching something in her handbag but in her panic she didn't seem able to find it, meanwhile the boy was nearing the waterside until he suddenly stood next to his his mother again. She had finally pulled some sort of stick from her bag right after the boy had somehow flashed to safety again. The mother turned to see if anyone had seen but everyone had been cycling too fast. She then bend down by the boy said something to him ,they cycled on and the sunny afternoon turned back to normal. That night a six year old boy heard an amazing story.

End flashback

Apparently most Belgian wizards and witches go to the French school Beauxbatons, so they have sent me a letter as well as Hogwarts, since that's where my mom went. This means I will have to choose between the two schools.

While I am overthinking this all, my mom enters. She's a middle aged women with brown hair and brown/green eyes the exact opposite of my green/brown ones.

"How is the choosing going?" she asks.

"I don't know," I say. "You have told me all these fantastic things about Hogwarts, but I would be the only one that's not from the British Isles there, while at Beauxbatons there would be others Belgians."

"But don't forget the language difference," my mom says. "At Beauxbatons everyone will be speaking French and while you have had some lessons in it, at school, I doubt you would like having to speak it daily."

"Please mum, could we wait till we have told dad?" I ask.

That brings me to my second problem: we will have to tell my dad what my mom and I have been keeping from him all these years. "Okay sweetie ", my mom said "but don't put it off too long you will have to choose eventually."

"Komen eten!" my father yelled from downstairs. My mom and I stood up and headed downstairs.

My dad's a rather short man with light brown hair and blue eyes but he's incredibly nice.

We all sat down and filled our plates, this was it, I would have to try and tell my dad.

"Dad, we have to tell you something," I say.

"That sounds ominous," my dad says jokingly.

"Magic is real," my mom blurts out.

My dad starts laughing very hard, but he stops quickly when he sees how serious we look.

"This has to be a grap," says my dad(, but it's no joke). "No, it's not," says my mom. "I'm a witch and your son's a wizard."

"Very funny dear," said dad.

I see that mum is getting angry. I know when she suddenly sends me upstairs to prepare for bed. Of course I went to eavesdrop at the door. "Come on sweetheart you expect me to just go and believe in magic!?" I heard my dad say "Yes , know it sounds weird but you must believe me it is the truth" "But how can it be , that's impossible" "wait i'll show you" Suddenly the sound of the radio disappeared and was replaced with the whistle of a bird. I knew my mom had performed some transfiguration and i longed to see my dad's face. " but ...but hoe, how?" I heard my mom started explaining everything and i went upstairs, I knew all of this already.

Half an hour later my dad entered my room.

"Your mum has explained alles, everything and I believe you both,it is still hard but I'll get used to it and I don't love either of you any less for it; she has also told me about the choice between the two schools but we'll talk about that tomorrow."

"Thank you dad, sleep tight," I say.

"Sleep tight," he said and leaves.

That means I can wait until tomorrow to make a decision about the schools, but I still have to worry about my third problem: what to tell my friends.

Author's note : sorry for the long wait , i tried to rewrite it but i couldn't even manage that luckily the awesome Auburn Waves offered to beta for me and gave me some great tips. So i hoped this was a little better than before.