"Merlin, what's that? It's flying right towards me!" James Potter, a cute boy with unruly raven hair, fell off his broom and onto his family's private quidditch pitch, located in his backyard.
The object that had hit him was a grey owl that was holding a large envelope. James angrily took the letter.
"You get no food! You could've kill - " But James stopped mid sentence.
James Potter, Potter Estate, Flying on a Broomstick.
James smiled widely. He knew this letter was going to come, but that didn't make the stress left off his shoulders any less. He sat there, giggling with excitement, already picturing himself being a Gryffindor chaser, scoring points left and right, a Captain badge on his chest.
James heard a door slam in the distance, and a woman with graying black hair ran outside. "Oh Jamesie, are you alright?"
"C'mere! This blasted bird brought news!"
"What's that?" Mrs. Potter asked, getting closer. Once she was beside her son, James handed her the letter.
"It came! We're so proud. You'll have a lovely time." She smiled brightly.
"I wish first years could bring brooms," James said.
"I'm sure you'll be too busy anyway with your studies," Mrs. Potter replied, helping James to his feet. They made their way back to the cobblestone mansion.
"Er - of course," James lied.
There was no way he was going to study