Prologue: Selina's Diary

There once was an anonymous being that started the statement "It's too good to be true". But in the present, some say it as "Some things are too good to be true." Well, in this thing that we are tossed into called "life", that same statement should be changed. In my storybook, it reads as "It's too true to even be considered "good"". Some call me a pessimist, I call it reality.

I am Selina-Jade Kallistrate Poynter. Because life is no storybook, and priceless stories get buried under the layers of time (everyday), I am writing down my life into this diary. I received this endowment from my most gracious loving aunt as an early birthday present. I love the silver lined pages and the black leather binding. My aunt was enchanted the book to never run out of parchment so I may continue writing until my final sentence is written, which is "the end". Any who, this diary is to bestow upon, not only my own descendants, but to other wizards who want to view life from its reality.

Today is August 31, 1991, which is on day less than two months prior to my twelfth birthday. Tomorrow will be September the first. It will also be my first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I will then officially embark my magical journey as a true witch.

Because I know how much this journey means to me, I am going to read this once I graduate. In order to ensure myself that I will not read this before I graduate, I will now make a small pledge.

I, Selina-Jade Kallistrate Poynter, promise to myself that I will read all of the pages in this book once I graduate Hogwarts.

Now that you know who I am, dear reader let the fun and games begin.

- Selina-Jade Kallistrate Poynter

August 31, 1991


Prologue: Reagan's Diary

"Life isn't about conquering the storm; it's about being able to dance in the rain."

This is probably one of the most factually correct statements by an anonymous that I have ever found. It's only because it is so true by itself. Life is a thing we-out of most likely- cannot conquer so instead we just dance to embrace the gifts that it grants upon us. My storybook, probably, shall not be as original as my sister, who is currently writing up a storm with her black swan quill. But, I can give it my best shot.

I am the one, the only, Reagan-Sienna Annabelle Poynter and the twin sister to Selina-Jade Kallistrate Poynter. Because (at least according to my mum) life is so short, I have decided to write it down into this white leather bounded diary. The leather is enchanted to never get dirty, and the golden lined parchment I am currently writing on is also enchanted to never end with pages until I write the finalizing sentence, which is "the end". I want to share the story of life from an optimistic individual's view, like mine.

The present date is currently August 31, 1991. It is my last day in Britain with my parents and sister, for I am going to Rosewood Prep of Magic in America with my Aunt Jessamine (who bought me this journal as an early present for my twelfth birthday). I cannot wait until Aunt Jessie and I Apparate to Aunt Jessie's newly bought flat in this place called Tennessee? Honestly, or at least in my opinion, that is quite a strange name for a place, don't you agree? My magical once-in-a-lifetime experience shall commence tomorrow. Lina made me promise to write to her separately from mum and dad's usual letter. As always, great twins think alike.

This reminds me, I want to solemnly swear to myself that I shall not read the memories in this diary until I graduate. So in order to do so, I will write it down on this piece of parchment:

I solemnly swear to myself, that I, Reagan-Sienna Annabelle Poynter, will not look back at the memories written into this diary until I graduate from Rosewood.

Now that's over with, I must now bid my farewell. Adieu, Britain! Bonjour, America!

- Reagan-Sienna Annabelle Poynter

August 31, 1991