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Ralph looked at me from where I was sitting, reading on the couch. The book was good, interesting enough to take my mind off of the events of the week. The story helped the memory of Dad's arrest float away into the background.
"Carlie?" called Ralph, the social worker who had been assigned to me. "Carlie I want to talk to you."
I sighed. I had never met Ralph until a few days ago, when he had shown up at the small apartment I shared with my dad and told me I had to come with him. He told me about Dad being caught for the frauds, and that Dad would be in jail for the rest of my childhood, at the very least. Ralph told me I would be attending a special boarding school on September 1st, but until then I would stay with him. I had.
"Mmhmm?" I responded, not looking up from my novel.
"Carlie, this is rather important," he said to me. I shut my book and set it down next to me, and turned my hazel eyes to look into his concerned blue ones. "I told you the school you would be attending was for children like you, who needed to learn in an atmosphere a bit different from the usual school environment."
'Yes, a school for children with dead mothers and criminal fathers,' I thought sadly. 'A school for children they don't think they can trust and therefore need to keep an eye on. A school for children who had been forced to move from their home in Houston, Texas to London because their fathers' were being hunted by the police. A school for-'
"A school for magic"
I stared at Ralph. He was always sweet, but he rarely joked. "Are you alright, Ralph? Do you need some Advil or something?" I was genuinely concerned. I barely knew Ralph, but he was kind to me. He made me feel like I had a parental figure in my life. "Do you need to lie down?"
"Oh no, dear, I'm quite alright. But it's time I gave you this." Ralph pulled a yellow envelope out from the inside pocket of his pinstriped suit jacket and handed it to me. I took it reluctantly. There was no return address or stamp on it, only an address written in neat green ink:
Miss C. Reese
The Downstairs Guest Bedroom
17 Packington Road
Chiswick Park
I turned the envelope over, and my rising curiosity grew as I noticed the seal on the back the color of a ripe purple grape, with an emblem of some kind involving a badger, a lion, an eagle, and a snake. I ripped it open and began to read the letter.
Dear Miss Reese,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress