A white snowy owl flew across the streets of London, clutching a letter in between its beak. Flying across, the owl was starting to become exhausted. It flew downwards, towards a park bench, only to have a muggle swat it away. "OY!" The young man shouted. He swatted at the bird, and stood up, furious at the winged-creature. It just so happened that the owl had landed on his suitcase, which he was extremely proud of.
Immediately the snowy owl continued on its way. It couldn't get a day's peace around the wizarding world. And to think it was a Saturday? Good Grief. The snowy owl flew and flew until it finally reached its destination. Baker Street 221A, which just so happened to be next to Baker Street 221B, the infamous Sherlock Holmes "lair". Oh well, there was business to attend to.
The owl checked once more, making sure whether it was where it needed to be.
The owl was satisfied, stuffed the letter into the lumpy postbox right outside the house. The snowy owl flew away, back into the clouds.
Lacey Reynolds, of 221A, Baker Street, was proud to say she was perfectly normal, thank you very much. She was the last person you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious—Well, except the fact that she was neighbors with the famous Sherlock Holmes himself. Other than that, she just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Her mother and father, Ms. and Mr. Reynolds, were absolutely peculiar. They read hundreds and hundreds of fiction books. Mr. Reynolds was a librarian of Baker Street Library, a brilliant library which everyone was proud of. Ms. Reynolds was a famous author of the Finn Stamper series, which was famous in Australian. Everyone on Baker Street thought they were peculiar and strange, and rumors have gone around that the couple were bound to be caught red-handed by Holmes for doing crimes one day.
And yet everybody felt sorry for Lacey, a perfectly normal girl, whom nobody knew was about to become absolutely extraordinary. So Lacey was just a 11-year-old at her normal routine-doing extra credit homework from school, reading her encyclopedia, and was about make dinner when she heard noises outside the door. No, not the horror movie noises, she thought to herself. The girl looked outside the window, to find a white snowy owl. Now that was peculiar. Snowy Owls were never around at this time of the year. And certainly not here.
And to think the owl was actually and literally dropping mail through her post box.
Something was becoming really, really strange. Maybe she should consult Sherlock Holmes?
Lacey ran out the door, and opened her mail box. An old, yellowed envelope. She pulled it out, to find it was marked with a strange purple crest. The girl glued her eyes to it.
It said:
Miss L. Reynolds
The Second Room to the Right
Baker Street 221A
London
No. No way. No, no, no way. This story sounded way too familiar. Lacey had remembered the stories published by J.K Rowling, which her parents were obsessed with. Something about a school, a boy under the stairs and wizards and witches (Ridiculous!) and—No. No, this could not be happening. But then again, there was no denying it. White snowy owls delivering letters from a school for-
Lacey's heart stopped pumping. She stopped breathing and stopped blinking.
There was something more on the crest. She squinted her eyes to see something on it. The crest had a snake, a honey-badger, an eagle, a lion, and below it said "Hogwarts: School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The evidence had been confirmed. It was a school for magic.