Hermione
Hermione starred at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed each tooth in her mouth for exactly three seconds.
Her parents, who were both dentists, insisted that if she did this, her teeth would not only be spotless, but as white as the snow in Manchester, where they visited every winter. When she finished scrubbing her back molar, she had a hard time believing that all that work could do such a thing to her dull smile.
As she entered her bedroom to check her calendar, she could already consider that he first day at King George Academy was only 25 days away. She could just smell the crisp aroma of fresh parchment, the soft sound of chalk tapping against the board, and the flood of new material swimming in her head. Hermione couldn't help but sigh at the joyous wonders of learning.
"Hermione, Dear?" Her mother called from the living room.
"Yes Mum?" Hermione answered, following the sound of her mother's voice and sitting down across from her.
"A letter came addressed to you in the mail. It says it's from someplace called Hogwarts," Ms. Granger said, before handing her daughter the letter.
"Hogwarts?" Hermione's father asked. He was making tea in the kitchen and trying his best not eavesdrop on their conversation.
"The name sounds familiar. Maybe it's one of the textbook companies apologizing for the delay in the shipping," Hermione said, holding back her giggles at her father's failed attempt.
"Well why don't you open it up and see," said Mr. Granger as he winked at her, and sat down next to his wife.
Hermione smiled, and inserted her thumbs into the lid of the envelope, being careful not to tear it. Inside was a gently folded piece of parchment with printed writing and a signature on the bottom.
Dear Mrs. Granger, Hermione read. Her eyes grew wide as she read the following sentences. Ignoring her parents curious stares, she read the letter once more before exclaiming,
"I'm a WITCH!"