Disclaimer- Sadly, I do not own the copyrights to Harry Potter or Hogwarts. Any mention of either, or other various characters from her books, belong solely to JK Rowling. However, the plot and Jesssica, as well as her relatives, Serenity, and Mr. Clarkson are of my own creation.
Fainted Letters
With a hurried pace, Jessica managed to make the trip back in less than fifteen minutes. Ignoring her mother's questions of how the visit had went as she ran through the Victorian styled kitchen, she went instantly to her room. The letter, sitting comfortably in her jeans' pocket, was driving her insane with curiosity. When she finally collapsed on her bed her thoughts fell out in confused tears.
She had always been an overly emotional child, and the characteristic was not spared now as she roughly moved the shoulder length brown hair away from her face and blinked away the tears, shoving her hand down into the depth of her pocket and pulling out with it the letter. Its envelope was fairly large, at least compared to the ones she was used to seeing, and fairly yellowed.
Upon further inspection she realized it was unmistakably hers, she had still been a bit unsure about that. Her name sat upon it's aged parchment in scrawled ink, her address directly below it. How did Mr. Clarkson acquire possession of it? She shook her head, speaking aloud, "No, how did that owl acquire it?"
She knew for certain that it had come from the owl. With only one look into its wisened eyes, she knew it. Now, she needed to know what was inside it.
Carefully, she turned it over, taking a minute to admire the crest bearing four animals, and with her newly manicured nails that she was so very proud of, opened it and pulled out two sheets of equally yellowed paper.
"Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry?" She asked herself questionably, reading the top. "How peculiar," and it was all very peculiar. She learned that as she continued to read.
She laughed. "I've been accepted?" Her eyes fluttered towards the top. "Exactly three years ago." She paused. "And I was due to start in September.."
She continued to laugh, although not sure at what. She put down the first sheet and began to read the second.
"A cauldron? First years not allowed a broomstick? I suppose I never was too fond of sweeping." Tears were once again streaming down her cheeks, and she wasn't sure what for.
She set the sheet of paper down, staring at loopy scrawl of the handwriting, and the aged parchment it was written on.
Her door opened, signaling someone's arrival with the squeak of the rusty hinges her father had promised to oil several months ago. Her head instantly lifted and her eyes locked with her mothers. Before her mother was allowed to speak Jessica let the words spill out, "I've been accepted to Hogwarts."
Her mother fainted.