It was only two more hours to midnight and Holly Cordova was restlessly trying to read. She looked at the clock for the thousandth time in the past five minutes. She couldn't help it; in two more hours she would be eleven. Eleven! She couldn't wait! She turned back to her book, a history of Hogwarts. Hogwarts! Life would certainly be different this year! Imagine going to school and learning to be a witch for the next seven years of her life. Day dreaming of her future life she settled down for the vigil.

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Finally, after almost falling asleep several times, Holly heard her alarm go off. 'I'm eleven!' she could just shout out, but then remembered that everyone else was asleep. She wasn't quite sure what was supposed to happen now so she just sat, and sat, and sat. When she glanced at the clock again it was 1:30. Something was wrong, nothing had happened. What was the matter?!? Why hadn't anything happened? There had to be some mistake. Maybe it was late. It HAD to be a mistake. Reality dawned on her- she hadn't been accepted. No, no, NO! It just wasn't true, but deep inside she knew it was. And with that she cried herself into a fitful sleep…