Mckenna's Point of View- McKenna's House
"Ready?" I asked my friends as we got ready to board the train for Hogwarts. After knowing absolutely nothing about this magical world you would presume that I was scared to be going into something I never even knew existed, well you would be wrong, I was terrified. On the bright side I had my best friends coming with me; we actually received our letters when we were all together.
It was a bright sunny day when I finally woke up as I looked around I found that I was one of the last ones up, my friend Diana was still sleeping. "Good morning my friends what shall we do today?" I asked a little quieter than I normally would because of Diana.
"I don't know it's your house, but I am a little hungry" Abby stated in her 'I'm better than you tone'.
"You know where the kitchen is" I said in a 'you are not as worthy as you think' tone. Just then a knock filled the room.
"That is probably my mom; I have a lesson today," Jennie said getting up I noticed that she had already gotten ready for the day.
"Okay Jen thanks for coming."
"McKenna that's not my mother," she said, reentering to my basement after a few seconds.
"Well who is it then?"
"I don't know but he has a long white beard and is wearing... I think a bathrobe" I then got up and went to the door followed by the others who were most likely just as curious as I was. When I enter our laundry room I looked through the small window that showed me the driveway. As I looked out I saw an elderly man with a white beard, half moon glasses, and a bathrobe?
"Jennie I don't know this guy. Do any of you?" I asked them. They all shook their heads no. Before we could retreat and hide from the strange man, he was knocking on the door again.
"What do I do?" I asked, panicking.
"You can't just not open the door, he's already seen you," said Diana with a motherly tone. I looked around to see if anyone had anything to say but they all looked at me with a blank expression. I then continued toward the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
When I opened the door I suddenly realized that I was not dressed but calmed down when I remembered that the strange old man was in a bathrobe. "Good morning Ms. Munson... I see that Ms. Peterson, Ms. Baker, Ms. Olsen, and Ms. McMahon are will make my job a bit easier. May I come in?" All I could do was was silent for what felt like hours. Finally Abby spoke up.
"How do you know our names, clearly none of us know you. Who are you anyway?" her voice was quite bitter, which for once, could help us.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am a headmaster at a private school in London. Everything else will be explained in good time. Now may I?" he asked looking hopeful. for some strange reason I seemed to trust him. Don't ask why, I just did. So I nodded my head slowly to let him know it was okay to come in. Everyone looked at me in shock as I moved out of the way so he could come in.
"Are you mental?" Sophia asked, keeping her voice as low as possible so that Dumbledore didn't hear.
"What? I feel like I can trust him for some reason," I whispered back.
"Cause thats a good reason," she snapped back, "What if he kills us!"
"I can assure you that I won't Miss. Baker." Dumbledore informed us. Sophia blushed at the fact she had been caught. The others had already taken seats around the living room. Abby had a heavy vase in her hand to be used as a weapon, and was giving the man a death glare. Diana had her phone, ready to call for help. Jennie looked out the window like she was ready to flee at any sign of trouble or to stand and fight. Sophia was deep in thought, obviously trying to assess the situation and possible outcomes. And there I was, ready to trust this man. But not too ready, because I too picked up my grandfather's sword that was on the wall. All of my friends and I's tactics fit our personalities perfectly. Dumbledore and I were the only ones to sit, the others took positions around the room by doors and heavy objects.
"So what were you saying about a school?" Jennie broke the silence.
"Well, I am the headmaster at a rather special school for special people with special gifts."
"Like an institution? Or mental facility?" Diana inquired.
Dumbledore chuckled, "Some might say that. But in fact, no. It is a school for... you all should sit down before I say any more." The gang looked at each other, Sophia sat first and Jennie followed. But Abby remained standing.
"I'm fine thanks," she scoffed. Dumbledore looked at her for a moment then continued.
"Very well. As I was saying the school I work for is named Hogwarts," Jennie and Sophia chuckled at the name, "It is a school for the magically gifted" finished Dumbledore. We all burst into laughter. Abby was bawling, Jennie was on the floor, Diana looked at the man with pity, Sophia laughed at first and then became silent, I was sitting there stunned for a moment then started giggling uncontrollably. When we all calmed down, we realized that he was just sitting there.
"Wait, you were serious?" Jennie asked.
"This guy is fricken crazy." Abby blurted out.
"Abby!" Diana exclaimed, just like the mother hen that she is.
"No it's quite alright, I get called crazy from time to time." Dumbledore chuckled to himself.
Sophia piped in, "If what you say is true, I'm going to need proof." Dumbledore stood, causing us all to tense up.
"I would expect nothing else Ms. Baker, you know, your parents should be here right now. Excuse me while I go to gather them," Dumbledore said and then vanished in an instant. The group shrieked.
"Man, what drugs are we on?" Jen jokingly asked, trying to lighten the mood. The rest of
the group just stared at her like she was insane, except for Diana who was laughing so hard that she was making weird sounds that we have never heard her make before; and we have heard a lot. Just then we heard a poof and we all turned around even though Diana was still laughing. Right in front of us were our parents with Dumbledore, and they looked like they would be sick at any moment.
"How did you get here?" questioned Diana, who had now stopped laughing.
"Magic, my dear girl," Dumbledore smiled at Diana, "Might you all have enough proof to
say the magic is in fact real?"
"I believe so, sir. But if you don't mind me asking why did you come here? I don't think I
have any magical powers" I inquired.
"Yeah, what makes you believe that we, five random friends in Michigan, have powers?"
Sophia questioned.
"Have you ever had something happen to you, something that you couldn't explain?" I
thought back to my past. There was in fact a number of times that strange things had happened that couldn't be explained and even more since we all became friends.
"Point taken," Abby confirmed.
"But we don't know anything about magic, how would going to a school for it be
beneficial?" Diana asked.
"Well, Ms. McMahon, at Hogwarts you will learn to use a magic and how to wield it to your
advantage."
"How much will this cost us?" Abby's mother asked, then the rest of our parents
echoed the question. Clearly they had already been told about magic.
"They will be going for free because of the exchange program we have set up. We
will also be paying for your trip to London because we couldn't find enough homes for the other American wizards." Dumbledore seemed to have an answer for everything.
"That is very kind of you professor," chimed in Diana's mother.
"Well now I must be on my way, I will bring your parents back to where they were,
oh but before I go, these are for you." He said as he handed each of us a book and two letters. One stating that we were accepted into Hogwarts and a list of school supplies. While the other telling us that we will have to work very hard because we were supposed to start hogwarts four years ago, or for Abby three years ago. Within a few seconds after we got our things, our parents and Dumbledore were gone.
"That was, well... Interesting" Jennie had broken our few minute silence.
That was one month ago, now I am standing on Platform 9 3/4 with my best friends on our way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn magic and adventure with my friends. This is going to be the best experience of my life; I am sure of it.