"Very funny," said the post man when Mrs. Barton handed him the Hogwarts letter, "it hasn't even got a stamp. And what kind of rubbish address is this?"

"Don't talk to my wife that way you-"

"Earl, please," Mrs. Barton said coolly, "are you sure this wasn't sent through the post?" she asked, directing her attention back to the worker.

"Sorry ma'am, but it looks to me this was hand delivered; I can't identify a return address." Mr. and Mrs. Barton walked back to the apartment confused and unsure of the situation.

"So we are sending her to the school, then?" thought Mrs. Barton aloud, "It seems quite extravagant."

"Are you barking mad?" yelled Mr. Barton, stopping in the middle of the walkway, "We don't even know where the bloody campus is! And what in the hell's a wizarding school? Tell me Eloise, have you ever heard of sending a reply by owl?"

"Well, er, no, but I bet there's more information in the envelope that we've overlooked. We'll read the other papers when we get back home." He nodded in agreement, and gave the top of her head a gentle kiss. Mr. Barton often lost his temper, but this time, he was subconsciously afraid to let his daughter stay anywhere away from home, fearing that she may face danger in a place where he can't protect her.