A girl with dark ash blonde hair was sitting cross-legged on her bed, immersed in "Nancy Drew: The Clue in the Jewel Box". Her eyes scanned the pages hungrily as her right hand lay on the book's edge, ready to turn the page when done.

A screech suddenly rang out and the girl awoke from her stupor with a start. Her book hung at her side as she rushed to the window and peeked out. An owl was sitting there on the tree just at the edge of her yard, preening its feathers quite haughtily. The owl seemed to scan the area, before taking flight again. How odd. The girl shuffled back to her bed. Owls were a quite a rare sight in her neighborhood.

Before she could even make a move to begin her reading again, a few thumps sounded out on the front door. She swung open her own door slowly, before cautiously making her way to the front door. It was strange, really, but something deep in her belly told her something important was going to happen, right then. She shook it off and creaked the door open. To her surprise, a lady she had never seen before was standing there, a letter in hand. The woman had astounding blue eyes and her grey hair was pulled tightly into a bun.

The girl stood there, her voice silent as the woman spoke. "Hello, I'm Madame Pomfrey and I'd like to have a talk with you and your parents."


A black-haired boy sat himself up in the strictest manner as he turned the pages of his book, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", while his parents attended to their activities around him. His mother's tall frame nervously flitted around, doing the chores. Some of her dark hair had escaped its previously immaculate bun, and her crystal blue eyes seemed strained, somehow, and the crinkles in the corners of her eyes more pronounced than ever as she worried her hands away at the laundry. The boy scoffed to himself. His mother had gotten so nervous she had forgotten they had house elves for chores.

The boy's father, in contrast, was resting in an armchair, reading the newspaper leisurely. His chocolate-brown hair was slicked back in its usual style, and his crystal blue eyes, same as his wife's and son's, did not flit and bulge as did the mother's as he went about his daily activity.

There then was a call from a familiar species of bird. His mother dropped the basket of laundry she was holding in shock and a house elf ran to pick it up. His father gave a puff on his cigar. The boy went to find the source.

The only thing that he returned with was a letter with a crimson seal. The boy held it up triumphantly in his shaking hand.

"What are you waiting for? Open it," The boy's father grunted.

And so he did.


It was chaos in the little slanted bungalow where a preteen girl with dark red hair lived. But a good kind of chaos. The kind she loved.

Her mother, a tan, young Hispanic women with curly dark brown hair and warm eyes, was sitting calmly in a chair, thumbing through an astronomy magazine. She was not the source of the chaos, rather, she was the one guests would raise an eyebrow at, wondering why she acted as if things were normal, which they were, at least for the girl's family. It was the girl's father, a man with red hair and equally red stubble, who made the family the source of gossip at block parties.

His lab door was shut tight, but sometimes bangs would be heard and smoke, a variety of colors, would seep out from the slit at the bottom of the door, causing the animals of the house to go wild. Which is why the red-haired girl was chasing a hopping toad around the living room.

The mother finally seemed to decide to do something when the toad stopped for a short break on her head, causing her to nearly be crushed when her daughter pounced for it a second later.

"Oh, sorry, mum!" she exclaimed and the women brushed it off before knocking on her husband's door.

"Now, cariño, are you sure you're ready for the experiment stage of this spell yet? Maybe it's time for some more written research?" she suggested in her lulling voice and her husband popped out, his head adorned with intricate goggles that magnified his eyes into twice their size.

"I don't know, honey. I thought I had enough research to be able to finish the spell, but this stage is taking longer than it should," he agreed and the red-haired girl let out a cry of victory as her hands finally slipped around the toad.

Then there was a discernible clack of talons. The red-headed girl straightened her clothes and went out of the room, only to return with a bright smile on her face. "Mum, dad, it's here!"


The children reacted to their letters in various ways…


"Me? A witch?" The girl with the dark ash blonde hair squeaked as her family gaped in the background.


The black-haired boy's father nodded curtly at him. "Finally, someone in this family does something right."

The boy's throat went dry. "Thank you, father."


"Ooh, the letter," The girl's father awed, making her giggle.

"I remember my letter, oh, I was so surprised," The girl's mother mentioned wistfully.

The toad let out it's own opinion, by hopping up on it's owner head and letting loose a mighty croak.


Author's Note: Yay! First chapter! I've decided to keep names and more detailed appearance a secret until next chapter. I'm so excited! This story has been banging around in my head for a while and I hope it makes some of you guys happy!

For this story, I went with the idea that everyone receives their letters on a preset date because that's what makes the most sense for me. Anyway, bye!