August 25th, 1971
Sirius ducked his head in resignation. He'd actually hoped he wouldn't get accepted to Hogwarts.
If he went there, he'd have to worry about half-blood and Muggleborn's hating him if they heard about his family and assumed he was the same.
He'd also have to worry about all the Purebloods figuring he'd be like them and hating him when they learned he wasn't.
Would it even be possible to find any friends at this place? Well at least he'd be away from his parents, for a time.
August 25th, 1971
Acantha smiled when she got her Hogwarts letter. Her mum and step-father had been threatening for ages to send her to Beaubaxton or another magic school so she'd be taught how to properly be a Pureblood. Thankfully her father had gotten in the middle of that argument and informed her mother Acantha was going to Hogwarts.
She doubted she'd have many friends, but she'd have her nice half-sister, so that would be good enough for her. At least until they ended up in different houses.
But she wouldn't think about that part now, she'd just think about the fact she was escaping from her demons, and leave the rest alone.