Jessica (who preferred to be known as Jessi) sat upstairs looking over all the information she had just been sent about a wizarding school she'd never heard of. It was very detailed, she mused to herself. What would her mom think of it? Sure, she'd been expecting an acceptance letter - next year. Jessi had never heard of an 8-year school before, but it didn't vex her. More time to master skills she'd need, she figured. She stuffed the letter back into the envelope and set it aside for the moment, stretching. Time to fully get up.
Ten minutes later, she was downstairs, letter in hand. Her mom, Ms. Clare, was cooking breakfast. It smelled wonderful. She greeted her mom and sat down at the small dining table. A few moments later, her mom joined her with a platter of eggs, bacon, and croissants. They each served themselves and ate quietly. The first meal of the day was always quiet at the Clare's house, as both occupants were never quite awake until they had food in their stomachs. Soon enough, the plates were cleared, and Jessi was ready to talk to her mom about this mysterious school.
"I got an acceptance letter to Flamel's School of Magic this morning," she started without preamble. "It looks good, and there is a lot of information given." She handed over the letter and waited while her mom glanced over the information. A few moments later she set it aside. "Are you ready to ship off to boarding school already? It is a year early." Jessi shrugged. "It's just a year." Jessi's mom picked up the letter again and looked at it more closely, pointing out any areas that might pose a problem to her daughter.
"Do you mind taking writing and pre-algebra? I know those typically aren't courses offered at wizarding schools, but they could be useful." Jessi gave another slight shrug. "It's only for two years. Then I could take more electives!" The dining requirements?" Jessi's mom questioned, knowing her daughter had read all the information. "A bit strict, I'll admit," she said. "But I'm sure I'd get used to it. Besides, it sounds healthy." "True."
"Would you want a familiar?" Jessi looked sheepish. "I wasn't going to ask... but yes mom, I would." Her mother hmmmed and moved on. "Uniforms all the time?" "It seems like there is enough variety as to not really pose a problem." Ms. Clare glanced over the paperwork one last time. "Are you sure you want to go here? It does seem like a good place all-around. I know I didn't have the elective options, among other things, when I went to school." Jessi nodded. "What elective did you want to take? Had you though about that?" "No," Jessi admitted. "I didn't want to get my hopes up until I talked to you. Can I see the list again?" Her mom handed over the appropriate sheet of paper, and Jessi looked over it. "I think I'd like to take... Latin." Her mom nodded and filled it in. "Bus or Portkey?" "Portkey." Finally her mom poised her pen to sign. "Last chance." Jessi nodded. "I'm sure." Her mom signed and the signatures and options disappeared, to be replaced with the words
"Welcome to Flamel's School of Magic! A portkey will be sent to you shortly and can be activated at any time indicated on the letter. For you elective you will require 'Wheelock's Latin by Frederic M. Wheelock' along with the accompanying workbook. Thank you for choosing our school, have a wonderful rest of the summer!"
Ms. Clare folded up the letter and put in on the table. "It's already August, and it's Saturday morning. Would you like to go pick up a few of your school supplies today?" She didn't wait for an answer - she could tell by the way her daughter was bouncing up and down in her chair. She flicked her wand at the dishes, which started scrubbing themselves. "Let's go then." They moved to the living room, and her mom held her tightly to her, and the Side-Along Apparated to Diagon Alley.