AN: This is my first fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the world that the book is set in.
From the diary of Julie Bakers (Dates July 31st – August 1st"
July 31st 2005
Dear Diary,
Why do people start their diary entries with "Dear Diary"? I never thought of that before. I'm going to start over.
Well today was pretty much a nothing day. Allison kept on bugging me about that doll I'm supposed to fix. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow. Dad got a haircut, but because he's nearly half bald anyway no one can tell the difference.
I was playing hide and go seek with Allison when I ended up inside a tall tree. That keeps on happening. I jumped out (not hurt this time), and found a place behind the trashcans (Allison found me). That's pretty much it.
August 1st 2005
Dear Diary
Ok, so today wasn't a nothing day. It was a very strange day. In fact I'm still not sure what's going on.
I was having breakfast, and someone knocks on the doorbell. I get up to answer it, but my mom gets there first. I regret getting up too because by the time I'm back Ginger is licking what's left of my breakfast (I told him he was a bad dog then put the bowl in the dishwasher.) Then I hear the guy say, "Could I please talk to Julie Bakers?"
"I'm coming!" I shout out, and come to the door.
"Hello," he says, "I'm Fredrick Campald of the San Francisco School for Muggle Raised Kids, it's a magical school."
"And what would you want with us, creep?!" my mom shouts at him, and locks the door for good measure. Mom has no patience for scammers. Then the weirdest thing happens. I hear the man say something in Latin, and then the door unlocks itself.
"Well," he says, "Your child is, I believe, a witch, and as such was originally marked out for the Bay Area School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but when the San Francisco School for Muggle Raised Kids got founded last year, the government (And I mean the Department of Magic) transferred her to that school, and may I come in?" He says this all very quickly. Mom gives him a curt nod then adds slightly sarcastically, "Do you want a glass of water? After all you seem to have been talking for quite some time, with out a breath!" The man shakes his head no.
"What's a Muddle?" I ask trying to get the word right.
"Muggle you mean?" he responds. I nod. "A Muggle is a non-Magical person."
"So why am I a witch, if mom and dad were…Muggles?" I ask.
"It's rare enough," he says, "but occasionally to Muggle parents will create a witch to the confusion of most people."
"And what makes you think I'm a witch?" I ask, "That I can do…magic."
"And Julie," interrupts mom. "What makes you think that magic exists at all?"
"Well I unlocked the door," he says, "but if you prefer something a bit more dramatic…Accio Water glass!" he shouts pointing a piece of wood at a water glass. The glass comes flying at him and he catches it. He then gives to mom, who puts it back where it was before, seeming slightly afraid that it might, blow up at any moment.
"Now may I sit down?" he asks.
"Go ahead," says mom, "I suppose if you can barge into our house do all this magic why shouldn't you have a seat." Mom was in one of her moods again.
The man sits down in our living room on the big chair. Just then Allison comes charging down the stairs from her bedroom (she's generally up later than I am), and the man looks up.
"Who's that?" asks Allison.
"I am Fredrick Campald of the San Francisco School for Muggle Raised Kids, it's a magical school," says our guest.
"Ooh really?" says Allison, "Show me some magic!"
"Accio Water Glass!" he shouts again. However this time mom catches it before it can reach the man and puts it back on the table where it was before the magic.
"Your sister is a witch," says the man.
"Am I a witch too?" asks Allison.
"I don't really know how to say it in a better way than…no," says the man.
"That's okay!" says Allison, "So long as Julie tells us ALL about it. You will, won't you Julie?"
"Yes," I say, "I suppose I will."
"Now this school is a boarding school, as are all magical schools," said the man, "But Julie will be able to come back during break-". Dad had, by this point joined in the conversation
"It will be fine sir, as long as we don't pay for it," he said. Dad rarely shows much emotion about anything. He always sort of grunts. I think though that he's a great dad.
"Magicians don't use your money anyway," grunted the man.
So tomorrow I have to a bunch of books like "Basic Charms (Year One)". What a day.
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