Disclaimer- You guessed it. JK Rowling came up with the idea of Hogwarts and a secret society of magic folks.
Angry Letters
While Luke busied himself with cursing the owl who caused the mess he now wore, Jessica took the letter from the owl and patted her head softly. Spreading its wings, and clipping Luke on the nose, Serenity rose and took off, rising up towards the ceiling that Jessica had never been sure was actually there.
She pocketed the letter and smiled politely at Luke. "Perhaps next time you should try to get the food in your mouth."
Before he could comment on this, she rose and left the great hall, thanking the fates that it was Saturday and she wouldn't have to attend class.
In a hurried pace she walked towards her common room, but changed her mind. It was a Saturday morning, everyone in their right mind, except her, and Luke of course, would still be in their dorms or resting in chairs in front of a roaring fire, put there not to warm the inhabitants but to soothe their minds. So, half way down the stairs she turned, undoubtedly angering the staircase, but making her way to the top again before it decided to change.
Weaving her way down the halls' numerous twists and turns, greeting familiar faces and paintings, she finally made her way to the library.
Acquiring a seat near the back, she reached into the pockets of her gray suede pants, her hands leaving them with a letter and a handful of lint. Scrunching up her face she let the lint fall to the floor and dropped the letter on the table.
Who would be sending her a letter?
The only people, outside of Hogwarts, who knew of her location was her family.
She stared suspiciously at the plain white envelope and her printed name on the front. It was definitely from the Muggle world.
Ripping open the side of the envelope with her newly painted metallic blue nails (which matched the T-shirt she was wearing that day,) she let the three way folded lined paper spill onto the dark wooden table that was completely covered with books.
Carefully, she unfolded it and read the print.
Ms. Jessica Nicole,
As of this day, October 27, 2002, you are no longer permitted to the use of your original last name, McLoid. Upon the unusual circumstances that have been presented to our court, you are no longer a legal member of the family of Angus McLoid.
Upon the arrival of the information of whom you will be staying with in the coming summer months, another letter will be sent with your headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
Most sincerely,
The Canadian Court of Law
Jessica sat there at the table admist the rows of books, open mouthed and unable to believe what she had just read.
"Most unfortunate circumstances," Interrupted the sympathetic voice of Dumbledore.
Without looking up she growled, "I hate her."