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Mr. Piers Polkis
#12 Farney Ln.
Little Whining, Surrey
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the date of which shall be duly advised.
Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith.
We very much look forward to receiving you as a part of the new generation of Hogwart's heritage.
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandos
Professor McGonagall
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Millions of questions raced through Mrs. Polkis's head as she read the letter addressed to her son in the emerald green ink. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Chamber of Reception? Was this some kind of lame joke that her son and his friends had decided to pull on her? Or was it a real letter to a new school that she had never heard of? One thing was for sure, and that was that Piers could not see the letter before his father did. Mrs. Polkis hurriedly hid the letter in the folds of her blouse as she heard her son's footsteps up the pathway to the door. Piers entered accompanied by his two best friends Dudley and Dennis.
"Hey Mom!"
"Hi Mrs. Polkis," said Dudley and Dennis in unison.
Piers snuck Dudley and Dennis a glare that seemed to tell them that he thought they were suck-ups.
"Hi boys. Piers why don't you take Dudley and Dennis down to the park. You can race the new toy boat that your father bought." Mrs. Polkis said. Secretly hoping that they would leave her alone to finish reading the letter.
Mr. Polkis would have never let the boys play with his prized miniature yacht that he had only bought yesterday, but he would have to deal with that when he got home. Mrs. Polkis didn't care what her husband thought about the boys playing with his expensive model yacht, all she was worried about was that letter.
"Really Mom? We can really play with it? But Dad told me that I couldn't play with it yesterday. Did he change his mind?" Piers asked skeptically.
"Um, yeah, your father called me this afternoon and told me that I should let you and the boys play with it, because, um, because boys like you need to" she stumbled, "need to get some fresh air."
Her lie worked, and the boys left without questioning. Mrs. Polkis was now alone in the house, her husband would be home around eight o'clock. She wished that the three hours would pass quickly so that she could tell him about the letter.
She unfolded the letter from her blouse and continued reading the list of supplies that was inclosed:
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First year students will require:
1. three sets of plain work robes
2. one plain pointed hat for day wear
3. one pair of dragon-hide gloves
And the following set of books:
' The Standard Book of Spells' by Miranda Goshawk
2.' A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' by Phyllida Spore
3.' A History of Magic' by Bathilda Bagshot
4.' Magical Theory' by Adalbert Waffling
5.' A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration' by Emeric Switch
6.' Magical Drafts and Potions' by Arsenius Jigger
7.' Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' by Newt Scamander
8.' The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self Protection' by Trimble
All students must be equipped with:
1. one wand
2. one standard size two pewter cauldron
And may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat, or a toad
Lucinda Thomsonicle- Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
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Mrs. Polkis felt faint. She leaned on the door frame of the kitchen for support. Could this be a real letter? And if it was, then could what it was saying really be true? Could her son, her little Piersikins, be a wizard? She shuddered at the thought. Imagine what the Dursley's would think! Ever since meeting the Dursleys, Mrs. Polkis's wished to be better than Petunia Dursley. Yes, she new it was very rude and conceited, but she couldn't help it. If Piers was really a wizard then her reputation would be ruined.
When Piers walked in Mrs. Polkis sent him up to bed, two hours later the door knob to the front door turned. Mrs. Polkis jumped as her husband walked through the door. She had totally forgotten about the time. The hours had passed so quickly as she sat pondering over what to do in the kitchen.
"Hi honey, what's the matter? You look pale." Mr. Polkis said worried.
Mrs. Polkis swallowed hard," I.. I got a letter in the mail today. Its about Piers, and it, its bad."
Mr. Polkis's happy mood was quickly gone at the look of worry in his wife's face.
"What did it say?", he asked.
Mrs. Polkis handed her husband the letter. He unfolded the expensive parchment carefully. He read the letter to himself, and he turned paler with each word he read. He looked up and folded the letter back into it's envelope.
With a half smile he said," Well, this is probably just some kind of joke that the boy and his friends played on us. You don't think this can be real honey? I mean come on! I used to play similar tricks like this on my parents when I was his age."
Mrs. Polkis's worry faded at these words," I think I am gonna head upstairs for a nap honey. I guess fretting over that letter has took a lot of energy out of me."
On her way upstairs she gave her husband a kiss on the cheek, and headed for bed. Mr. Polkis on the other hand retreated to his study, still holding the letter. He sat down in his desk and got out a glass and the Vodka. After several drinks, and examining the letter from front to back he was amazed.
"If I didn't get to go, then Piers will," he muttered to himself.
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Mr. Piers Polkis
#12 Farney Ln.
Little Whining, Surrey
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the date of which shall be duly advised.
Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith.
We very much look forward to receiving you as a part of the new generation of Hogwart's heritage.
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandos
Professor McGonagall
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Millions of questions raced through Mrs. Polkis's head as she read the letter addressed to her son in the emerald green ink. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Chamber of Reception? Was this some kind of lame joke that her son and his friends had decided to pull on her? Or was it a real letter to a new school that she had never heard of? One thing was for sure, and that was that Piers could not see the letter before his father did. Mrs. Polkis hurriedly hid the letter in the folds of her blouse as she heard her son's footsteps up the pathway to the door. Piers entered accompanied by his two best friends Dudley and Dennis.
"Hey Mom!"
"Hi Mrs. Polkis," said Dudley and Dennis in unison.
Piers snuck Dudley and Dennis a glare that seemed to tell them that he thought they were suck-ups.
"Hi boys. Piers why don't you take Dudley and Dennis down to the park. You can race the new toy boat that your father bought." Mrs. Polkis said. Secretly hoping that they would leave her alone to finish reading the letter.
Mr. Polkis would have never let the boys play with his prized miniature yacht that he had only bought yesterday, but he would have to deal with that when he got home. Mrs. Polkis didn't care what her husband thought about the boys playing with his expensive model yacht, all she was worried about was that letter.
"Really Mom? We can really play with it? But Dad told me that I couldn't play with it yesterday. Did he change his mind?" Piers asked skeptically.
"Um, yeah, your father called me this afternoon and told me that I should let you and the boys play with it, because, um, because boys like you need to" she stumbled, "need to get some fresh air."
Her lie worked, and the boys left without questioning. Mrs. Polkis was now alone in the house, her husband would be home around eight o'clock. She wished that the three hours would pass quickly so that she could tell him about the letter.
She unfolded the letter from her blouse and continued reading the list of supplies that was inclosed:
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First year students will require:
1. three sets of plain work robes
2. one plain pointed hat for day wear
3. one pair of dragon-hide gloves
And the following set of books:
' The Standard Book of Spells' by Miranda Goshawk
2.' A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' by Phyllida Spore
3.' A History of Magic' by Bathilda Bagshot
4.' Magical Theory' by Adalbert Waffling
5.' A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration' by Emeric Switch
6.' Magical Drafts and Potions' by Arsenius Jigger
7.' Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' by Newt Scamander
8.' The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self Protection' by Trimble
All students must be equipped with:
1. one wand
2. one standard size two pewter cauldron
And may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat, or a toad
Lucinda Thomsonicle- Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
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Mrs. Polkis felt faint. She leaned on the door frame of the kitchen for support. Could this be a real letter? And if it was, then could what it was saying really be true? Could her son, her little Piersikins, be a wizard? She shuddered at the thought. Imagine what the Dursley's would think! Ever since meeting the Dursleys, Mrs. Polkis's wished to be better than Petunia Dursley. Yes, she new it was very rude and conceited, but she couldn't help it. If Piers was really a wizard then her reputation would be ruined.
When Piers walked in Mrs. Polkis sent him up to bed, two hours later the door knob to the front door turned. Mrs. Polkis jumped as her husband walked through the door. She had totally forgotten about the time. The hours had passed so quickly as she sat pondering over what to do in the kitchen.
"Hi honey, what's the matter? You look pale." Mr. Polkis said worried.
Mrs. Polkis swallowed hard," I.. I got a letter in the mail today. Its about Piers, and it, its bad."
Mr. Polkis's happy mood was quickly gone at the look of worry in his wife's face.
"What did it say?", he asked.
Mrs. Polkis handed her husband the letter. He unfolded the expensive parchment carefully. He read the letter to himself, and he turned paler with each word he read. He looked up and folded the letter back into it's envelope.
With a half smile he said," Well, this is probably just some kind of joke that the boy and his friends played on us. You don't think this can be real honey? I mean come on! I used to play similar tricks like this on my parents when I was his age."
Mrs. Polkis's worry faded at these words," I think I am gonna head upstairs for a nap honey. I guess fretting over that letter has took a lot of energy out of me."
On her way upstairs she gave her husband a kiss on the cheek, and headed for bed. Mr. Polkis on the other hand retreated to his study, still holding the letter. He sat down in his desk and got out a glass and the Vodka. After several drinks, and examining the letter from front to back he was amazed.
"If I didn't get to go, then Piers will," he muttered to himself.