I remember the day I received my letter to inform me I was a witch and that I had been accepted into the Salem Witches' Institute.
At first I thought that my parents were playing a joke on me. However, they thought the same about me when I showed them the letter. It wasn't until a school official came to our home to explain the Wizarding World to us they we believed it. We were surprised, and the first thing that came to mind while Professor Hide was explaining the exchange rate from mundane to wizarding currency was what my parents would think of me for being a witch.
When Professor Hide left I told my parents right away I didn't need to go to the Institute. That it must have been a mistake. It was my dad that eased my fears.
"Are you kidding me Princess? I always knew you were special, this just proves it."
My dad had always been my hero, and he would be the man who I would build my high standards off of.
It was my mother who was the voice of reason.
"I don't know Corvus. I mean we are called 'Mundanes' for god sake. The way that man was talking to us was like we were some kind of lower life form. What if she's treated differently for not coming from a 'proper wizarding family' as that jerk Hide called it? Then there is the boarding school dilemma, I don't want my baby away from home."
My dad always did get his way though.
"Oh come on Rika! She is a witch, she should get a wand, and when she is older she will be able to turn boys into frogs. My little girl is amazing, and I don't want her to waste this opportunity."
"But she won't have the opportunity to be a part of our world. When Hide was talking about classes he didn't mention: English, Math, our History, they don't even have PE!"
"Well…I guess I didn't think about that. What do you think Princess?"
AN- I don't care about getting time lines right, grammer, and I don't care if i get certain facts wrong. Unless you have something nice to say... leave me and my story alone.