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"I'm a what!?" Minnie asked this without trying to hide her disbelief. She looked blankly at her parents sitting across from her on the couch, then to this odd looking man who called himself Professor Dippet. Her eyes wandered to the coffee table where a piece of parchment lay out. "Surely witches don't exist; not really, it's just a misconception that those who knew the natural remedies were witches. They were just smart women before they were allowed to be smart." With wiseness beyond her age, she pushed her square rimmed glasses back up her nose and brushed a strand of black hair behind her ear, where it had fallen out of the tight bun on top of her head. She looked more like an adult than most of the girls twice her age. Professor Dippet chuckled and sat back looking at her and responded after a few moments.
"You are partially correct Minerva, that is indeed a misconception, and I must say, I am impressed that you are so well spoken, even at 11. Witches and wizards do exist, all over the world. I am the headmaster of one of the schools that caters to those who are gifted with the abilities of which you are." He sat forward and picked up the parchment inviting her to Hogwarts and pulled his wand out with the other. He tapped the parchment and it turned into a dove.
At this, Minnie took in a sharp breath, and her mother let out a small shriek. Her father drew back a few inches and took his wife's hand in his. They sat silent for a few moments, with only the sound of the dove's cooing to occupy the thick silence.
"As you can see, magic is a very real thing." He turned the dove back into a sheet of parchment and sat back once again. He put his wand back into his jacket pocket and smiled warmly at the McGonagalls. "So Minerva, have you a decision, or do you need more time?"
Minnie looked up at Professor Dippet again, and back to her parents, waiting for them to jump up, exclaiming "gotcha" but that was never to come. She sat there, quite unable to frown, but unwilling to smile and pushed her hair behind her ear once more. She was very upset that she couldn't make up her mind, this had never been a problem before, so why now? Why is this absurd notion taking up any of her thought process? Somehow as logical as her mind was, she couldn't ignore the fact of what she just saw. Her curiosity got the better of her and she agreed to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.