Karmena's mother Mrs. Kaleva was utterly shocked when she saw the man. Despite her confusion, Mrs. Kaleva took Hagrid's rough hand and shook it politely. When Karmena heard the English speech she quickly slipped in her pajama pants and dashed towards the front door. Her reaction was quiet like her mother's, confused and shocked.

'Oh, hello, sorry but my mother can not really speak English' said Karmena as she took a good look at Hagrid's appearance. 'How can I help you, sir?' she said as she leaned on the door frame.

'I'm happy that yeh asked, but before any 'splanation could I possibly come in?' asked Hagrid, beckoning with his giant, pink umbrella. Both Karmena and her mother looked at him as if he insulted their fashion sense. Hagrid could understand why he got the looks they did. 'I know it may sound bonkers, a stranger askin' ter come in, bu' I'm pretty sure yeh wanna be seated when yeh hear the news.' Karmena was not pleased with Hagrid's answer, it being mysterious and all. Nevertheless, Karmena let him come in.

'Sure, suit yourself, sir.' she pushed herself off the door frame to let Hagrid come inside. 'Not to be rude, but you have to take your boots off.'

'Oh, no worries, an' please, call me Hagrid.' He beamed down at her. That Hagrid bloke sure is mysterious in sort of a magical way, thought Karmena. Jokes on her, she had no idea just how magical Hagrid was, neither that she shared the same powers.

Mrs. Kaleva, who's English was not as advanced as her daughter's, looked puzzled as to why this stranger was knocking on their door in the middle of the night and asking to enter their house. However she did not push it, and moved to the side to let the big man enter. It sure was a struggle for Hagrid, but he managed to squeeze through the small opening.

Karmena's father was seated in a big, black, leathery armchair. There were places on it where parts of it were torn. It was one ugly armchair, Mrs. Kaleva despised it and could not wait to find a better replacement as soon as possible. Mr. Yankov, just like the two women, looked at Hagrid as if he was a creator from another planet. However, Mr. Yankov chose to offer a kind smile behind his black bearded face with slightly white strands of hair. Hagrid sure felt welcomed. Mr. Yankov was also a big fellow, just like Hagrid. Every visible part of his skin was covered with tattoos, except for his face and hands. Mr. Yankov was assumed to be a big ole grumpy man, to everyone's surprise he was quite the opposite actually. Mr. Yankov was talkative and could always keep a conversation with whomever he spoke to.

'Ello there, I'm Hagrid, nice to meet yeh…'

'Kaloyan. Kaloyan Yankov, nice to meet you too, Hagrid!' beamed Mr. Yankov, a hard, Bulgarian accent could be noticed in his speech. Mr. Yankov offered his big, pudgy hand to shake with the hairy giant. Hagrid gladly accepted his hand and shook it politely.

'Now, I don' want ter steal a big part o' yer time. I'm gonna make i' clear and quick' he took a deep breath, preparing for what's to come after he spoke the words that are about to follow. 'Your daughter here, Karmena, is a witch.'

Karmena was lucky for not drinking anything at the moment, because saliva was enough to make her choke, and she coughed loudly trying to remain calm. Her mother, who had problems with the language, did not need translation to understand what the big bloke had just said, earning him a 'you can't be serious' look. Karmena's dad, however, had the look of an old man trying to read a small text on a piece of paper.

'I'm a what?' spoke Karmena with a hoarse voice, finally calming her choking fits of surprise.

'Yeh heard me, a witch.' repeated Hagrid again, as if the family was a bunch of infants learning to speak.

'No, Hagrid, you can't be serious. Witches do not exist, there is no proof. Sure, some vintage pictures of women dressed in what is supposed to be a bunch of witches is not enough, I don't believe you.' said Karmena, as she crossed her arms in disapproval.

'Then lemme prove yer doubts wrong.' said Hagrid quite amused. He rose to his feet and began swirling his pink umbrella in the air. The telly's remote began floating in mid air making the family scream in fright.

'Oh my god! Are you being serious!? Can you change my hair color to green?' asked Karmena in amazement as she watched Hagrid levitate the remote.

'Course I can, kid!' he was as excited to show her as she was to see him perform yet another trick. He pointed his pink umbrella at her hair and with a light tap on her head, the ebony strands of hair turned into strands of leaf green.

'Oh god, this is amazing,' she trailed off, now changing the language to Bulgarian to express her amazement with her parents. Mrs. Kaleva was shocked but not as terrified as she was moments ago. Mr. Yankov however had this expression on his face, the expression a little kid on Christmas morning would have. 'You're telling me I can do that as well? How?' she said, her eyes big as dinner plates.

'Now, now, tha's why I'm here, Karmena. Yeh see, every Muggle-born student has their letter delivered by a person 'stead of an owl-'

'What's a Muggle-born?' interrupted Karmena, slightly confused. Hagrid couldn't blame her, being a muggle-born and all.

'A Muggle-born's a person whom got magic powers, just like any wizard or witch, yes. However, their parents are muggles, meaning non-magical people.' explained Hagrid, glancing at Karmena's parents to see if there was something they did not understood.

Karmena trailed off, explaining her mother what Hagrid just told her. Mrs. Kaleva nodded saying a few da's as in yes. 'I am here to explain yer parents 'bout yer unique powers, the letter which I'm giving yeh 's the Hogwarts' acceptance letter. Yer's came a bi' late, cause of some complicated circumstances. Now, Hogwarts' a school 'bout witchcraft and wizardry, where yeh'll learn 'bout magic.'