AN: So… I was going through some old stories… And I had an idea… Aaaaand then I wrote it!

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Minerva McGonagall watched as the enchanted quill twitched, almost as if unsure of whether to write the name down… After a moment, it wrote it down, book pages flipping to a specific name, which explained the issue… The name belonged to a sixteen year old, Muggleborn… Oddly, they appeared to live at a Pizzeria, which the quill then added too, showing that it was the employee apartment built into the back of the building…

Michael Schmidt

Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria

Spectre Lane

Room with the damaged door

Was what ended up on the letter… Minerva did her job, and sent the letter off, making a note to inform Albus as soon as she could… The quill rarely made decisions like this, and when it did, they were for a good reason…

Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria, Room with the damaged door

A man, about 22 years old, with blonde hair and green eyes, walked over to the fridge, grabbing a box from it and taking a slice of pizza from it. Slapping it onto a plate and sticking it into the microwave he walked off, grabbing a purple hat from a stand and putting it on his head. He then walked over to a bed that was in the corner, where its inhabitant had gotten trapped in the sheets. "Morning Mike." He greeted, buttoning up a purple shirt.

The inhabitant groaned as he tried to get free, eventually a pair of blue eyes, which glared at the man tiredly.

"Don't give me those eyes, you'll need 'em for the night shift." The man joked, getting a snort.

"Morning Jeremy…" Mike mumbled, extracting his arms from the sheets, eventually emerging while Jeremy grabbed a badge, clipping it to his shirt.

"Breakfast's in the microwave for ya, you got any plans for today?" Jeremy told Mike once he was properly dressed.

"Other than the usual scramble for my life?" Mike joked bitterly, "Not much, gonna see how much this birthday blows compared to my last, the usual." He told his roommate.

"Wait, it's your birthday today?" Jeremy asked, turning to the teen in shock.

"Yep, Sixteenth." He nodded, taking the pizza from the microwave, eating the now heated slice.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, sounding genuinely hurt.

"It just never came up… It's not like my parents care either. As soon as I turned fourteen I got kicked out of the house, only time they ever call is if I'm in the hospital or if they decide to mock my choice of job." Mike explained, looking down with a sigh.

"Hey, you probably don't want a big event, right?" Jeremy asked his friend, having an idea.

"Nah, big events suck… It's why I'm the night guard, small group." He agreed.

"Well, the bots might throw you a party tonight. I can ask them during my shift." Jeremy offered.

"You don't have too…" Mike told him quickly.

"But I want too." He agreed, messing with the teen's hair with a grin.

Mike batted his hand away as he tried to fix his hair.

Jeremy then got up and went to the door, opening it and collecting any letters, completely missing the old lady in front of him as he closed the door in her face, just as she opened her mouth to talk.

"Hey Mike, you've got Mail." Jeremy told him, passing over the mentioned mail.

"Bill, Bill, Death Threat, drawing from Bonnie, love letter for the other Michael, letter that describes the door… Ooh, here's one Foxy might like! It's got a link to a free book on how to make rum!" Mike noted as he went through them.

"Wait, back up a second?" Jeremy asked.

"Love letter for the other Michael?"

"After that."

"Letter that describes the door? Huh… That's weird…" Mike muttered, having not really paid attention to it.

"What does it say?" Jeremy asked.

Mike opened it, reading the difficult handwriting easily.

"Let's see… Dear Mr. Schmidt, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Due to issues with your age, a staff member has been sent along with this letter, to answer any questions you may have. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress… What does that mean?" Mike asked, looking at the older man.

"I don't know… I'll go check if there's anyone there." Jeremy said, opening the door and finding the woman standing there. "Yep, someone's there." He called to Mike, his voice filled with Dry wit as always.

"Good morning. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall." The woman greeted, entering the room before Jeremy could let her in.

"You're a teacher?" Mike asked, finishing off his slice of pizza.

"Yes, and you, are a bit of a problem." She announced to him.

"How? He's a nice kid." Jeremy told her, standing between the woman and the teen protectively.

"Do not fear Mr Fitzgerald, I am not going to harm him. There is simply an issue of age, most wizards get their letters at 11." She explained.

"Wizards? As in… Magic?" Mike asked, curious.

"Yes." She agreed, ready to prove it.

"Alright." Mike accepted easily.

"You don't need any proof?" McGonagall asked confused.

"Nah. I've got good reasons to believe you. Jeremy, doesn't your shift start soon?" Mike asked, checking the time.

"Crap! I've got to go! See ya later Mike!" Jeremy shouted, pulling Mike into a quick hug before he ran off, the door slamming shut behind him and gaining even more damage to it.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" McGonagall asked Mike, clearly suspicious.

"Nah, Jeremy home schools me on weekends, or when something causes us to miss work." Mike explained, grabbing some sheets and writing on them. "He usually just grabs online courses for me to do while he's at work though." He added.

"And… How old is he?" McGonagall asked, having thought of something.

"Twenty Two. He's not doing anything to me, if that's what you're thinking. He's more of a big brother figure or parental substitute for me anyway." He explained, knowing what she was thinking. "He used to work nightshift's actually as well, at a different place, so that I could get some sleep, it's difficult without someone there to help… I got him to quit after it started to drag on him…" He added, getting lost in thought…