It's a Wonderful Life played faintly in the backround... Elizabeth sat numbly on the floor. It had been three days since that bad man had come. Whatever he did made sure that mommy and daddy didn't wake up. She sat there whimpering by their lifeless bodies. She felt cold and hungry, but most of all, scared. Why didn't they open their eyes? "I'll come back for you, my love..."
Elizabeth woke with a start. Orphaned at the age of 5, that dream had plagued her for six years. She had moved from house to house, each of her relatives too bothered to keep her for very long. "What's wrong with me?" She wondered, gazing at her reflection. She saw a pale young girl, with long, silky chestnut hair, the last of her curls falling out, flushed cheeks, and soft eyes, the shade of blue topaz. She had often heard that she resembled a doll, though less and less as she grew. But she wondered, was there something else there? Something she couldn't see?
"Alright! You've spent enough time in that room! Now quit sulking! You got a letter!" She heard her great aunt Josephine shout up at her. So far, things with aunt Josephine had been going well, at least she had managed to stay here six months without receiving the boot. She clambered down the stairs. "Well, you gonna read it?" It's about time, really," a grin spread on the aged woman's face. She looked about sixty, her white-grey hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was missing a few teeth in the smile, and seemed to have an odd fetish for flannel. As a matter of fact, most of her relatives spoke of her as mountain woman. But Elizabeth didn't mind, whatever the woman was, she seemed almost pleased to take her in.
Elizabeth took the envelope with a trembling hand. It was an odd letter. The envelope was made out of yellow parchment and was addressed in emerald ink. Now curious, she opened it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss Sumit,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 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
She looked at her aunt Josephine, disbelievingly. But to her surprise, her aunt was grinning broadly. "'Bout time we had another witch in the family. You remember your great uncle Harold? Was always jealous of him. But then he went and died in a flying accident, ha! But now we got you! You're going to that school, you hear me."
Elizabeth was dumbstruck. This letter was real? "Y-yes Auntie," she replied. "Good, now go get some rest, we'll be leaving first thing in the morning to get your school things."
