The room was dark and cold, the wind could be heard hissing through the windows, almost tauntingly. It was a Victorian style room, with big windows, red fabric curtains, wooden furniture and a king sized bed with purple satin sheets. Curled up on the bed was a pearly white cat, it was meowing at the apparently empty room, but sitting on a wooden chair in an almost hidden corner was a young girl, with smooth, wavy, shoulder length, dark brown hair. She was a clutching a letter with delicate fingers, the look in her eyes was a mixture of excitement and anxiousness.

Slowly, with trembling hands she began opening the letter, it was a kind of yellowish paper, with gleaming green words.

Scanning the parchment many emotions danced on her tanned skin face. She stopped, and with a tiny gasp, she let go of the letter, which slowly and graciously fell to the plush red carpet floor.

Then, a small smile appeared on her face, you couldn't tell if it was of happiness.or some kind of wicked grin.

"So.." she said in a low voice, almost a whisper, she stood up and paced across the room, then she turned to the white cat and added ".looks like we are going to Hogwarts".