"You've gotta be kidding!" I exclaimed. "Wizards aren't real! And they can't even be born from regular humans-and they're old men with long beards!" Lily rolled her eyes. "Actually, I'm not. Anyone can be a wizard. I just don't get why you never got the letter…" I cocked my head to the side.

"What letter?" Albus shook his head. "Lily, shush!" She continued anyways. "On your eleventh birthday. In a yellow envelope-" "With green ink," I whispered, "Inviting me to some school for people with warts?" "Hogwarts," Lily corrected. "I thought it was some stupid joke," I admitted, "I buried it in the pocket of my polka-dotted duffel bag, I think. Actually…" I
ran to my closet and searched under my clothes until I found my empty duffel bag. I dug into the pocket and…

"Wow," Lily breathed. "No way," Albus blurted. "How old are you?" "I'll be sixteen in a few weeks." "So you'd be a fifth year. I suppose-" "OH MY GOSH!" I blurted, everything suddenly making sense to me. "That's why weird things happen when I get emotional. Lily, too." "Really?" Lily gasped excitedly. "Me too?" "Yeah! Like when Marie makes comments about your desk being 'disorganized'", I said, imitating Marie's snobby voice, "And the stuff on your desk kind of shakes a little bit. Or when you laugh, and you lift up off the ground, or-" Lily threw her arms into the air and cheered. "We're going to Hogwarts! We're 4 and a half years late, but I can finally use my letter and we can go! I'm not a squib after all!"

Albus shook his head. "But there's so much to catch up on…" "And I've been studying all of the books since I was eleven! I'm ready-and I will help to teach Rachel, too." She looked at me. "No more finishing school!" I yelled with excitement.