Just A Ravenclaw
It was early Sunday morning and the sun shone in Jamie's bedroom window, piercing through his eyelids, and tearing him from sleep. He opened his eyes and smelled the fresh bacon fume, which he always smelled on Sundays, along with the coffee. He jumped up and out of bed, glancing at his alarm clock to see that it was nearly eleven. It was not usual for him to sleep in this late. After getting showered and dressed he went down the stairs and into the kitchen where his mum, dad and little sister Susie were already sitting, eating breakfast. His dad, as usual, was sitting reading the Sunday Paper; his sister munching on a bacon sandwich; and his mum hovering over the stove, cooking breakfast. It was a very normal Sunday. "Morning Jamie!" His mum said smiling. Something was different though. She looked fine, nothing had changed in her appearance, and she was smiling, same as ever, but still, there was something in her voice, which alerted him. "Morning mum." Jamie said as he moved towards the coffee maker. He collected a cup of black coffee and sat at the table awaiting his breakfast. "Its bacon rolls this morning. Or do you want bread?" His mum asked. "Rolls are fine thanks mum." He replied. He took a deep drink of the coffee and ignored Susie's sour face as he did. She refused to drink coffee. At this point his dad put down the paper, half way through, and started folding it uncomfortably. Jamie looked up, amazed, that his dad was interrupting his morning paper reading. His dad then got up and picked up a small cream coloured envelope from the worktop. He then handed it to Jamie. "This came for you this morning." He sat back down in the chair opposite Jamie in the table. He scratched his balding head and adjusted his glasses. "A letter? Is the post service running on Sundays now?" He joked. Obviously someone had been at the door. "Who is it from?" He looked down at it. It was handwritten. The style was relaxed but official looking. He opened the envelope and took out the letter, which was the same creamy colour as the envelope and did not feel like normal paper. The letter read:
Dear Mr. McIntyre
You have been invited to attend Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Where you shall learn of the magical arts, which you possess. You shall require: The Standard Book of Spells Trying out Transfiguration Potions for Beginners One grade 2 pewter cauldron One pair of Dragonhyde Gloves A wand Pupil may bring, if they desire, a toad, a cat, a rat or an owl.
The Hogwarts Express will depart from Kingscross Station at 2:30 pm on Sunday the 15th of August. Yours Sincerely Professor M. McGonagall Deputy HeadMistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
It was early Sunday morning and the sun shone in Jamie's bedroom window, piercing through his eyelids, and tearing him from sleep. He opened his eyes and smelled the fresh bacon fume, which he always smelled on Sundays, along with the coffee. He jumped up and out of bed, glancing at his alarm clock to see that it was nearly eleven. It was not usual for him to sleep in this late. After getting showered and dressed he went down the stairs and into the kitchen where his mum, dad and little sister Susie were already sitting, eating breakfast. His dad, as usual, was sitting reading the Sunday Paper; his sister munching on a bacon sandwich; and his mum hovering over the stove, cooking breakfast. It was a very normal Sunday. "Morning Jamie!" His mum said smiling. Something was different though. She looked fine, nothing had changed in her appearance, and she was smiling, same as ever, but still, there was something in her voice, which alerted him. "Morning mum." Jamie said as he moved towards the coffee maker. He collected a cup of black coffee and sat at the table awaiting his breakfast. "Its bacon rolls this morning. Or do you want bread?" His mum asked. "Rolls are fine thanks mum." He replied. He took a deep drink of the coffee and ignored Susie's sour face as he did. She refused to drink coffee. At this point his dad put down the paper, half way through, and started folding it uncomfortably. Jamie looked up, amazed, that his dad was interrupting his morning paper reading. His dad then got up and picked up a small cream coloured envelope from the worktop. He then handed it to Jamie. "This came for you this morning." He sat back down in the chair opposite Jamie in the table. He scratched his balding head and adjusted his glasses. "A letter? Is the post service running on Sundays now?" He joked. Obviously someone had been at the door. "Who is it from?" He looked down at it. It was handwritten. The style was relaxed but official looking. He opened the envelope and took out the letter, which was the same creamy colour as the envelope and did not feel like normal paper. The letter read:
Dear Mr. McIntyre
You have been invited to attend Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Where you shall learn of the magical arts, which you possess. You shall require: The Standard Book of Spells Trying out Transfiguration Potions for Beginners One grade 2 pewter cauldron One pair of Dragonhyde Gloves A wand Pupil may bring, if they desire, a toad, a cat, a rat or an owl.
The Hogwarts Express will depart from Kingscross Station at 2:30 pm on Sunday the 15th of August. Yours Sincerely Professor M. McGonagall Deputy HeadMistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry