James
I was riding my broomstick in the garden this morning when I heard my mum calling me. I thought she was going to go on about not flying too high or the neighbours will see, so I pretended not to hear and carried on flying, around the apple tree, between the ropes of the swing, picking gooseberries off the gooseberry bushes. I'm getting pretty good.
"JAMES ORION BINGLEY POTTER I SWEAR TO MERLIN IF YOU'RE PILFERING ALL MY GOOSEBERRIES I WILL LOCK UP YOUR BROOMSTICK FOR A MONTH!" my mum screamed. It was so loud I almost fell of the broom in shock. I looked up guiltily.
"Come into the house right now" She said, but less loudly so I thought she couldn't be too angry. I hopped off the broom and followed her into the kitchen, trying my best to look repentant. Dad was in there too, holding an envelope and grinning.
"It's for you son." he said.
I took the heavy parchment and opened it, noting the wax seal.
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 Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Jane Horty
Deputy Headmistress
"Well?" asked my mother tentatively as I looked up.
"I got a place of course!" I said
My parents faces broke into smiles. They looked so proud. For some reason we couldn't stop smiling even though it wasn't much of a surprise.