Jen looked over the rest of the letter, her mouth hanging wider and wider at every paragraph. "School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" she said, voicing her thoughts aloud. This had to be a joke. There was no such thing as witches, wizards, or magic.
There was only one thing to do. She tucked the thick envelope into her pocket and jetted out of her room and down the stairs. "I'm spending the night at Quinn's," she yelled to her parents as she jetted out the door.
As she jogged to Quinn's house, she thanked Lord for that letter. A perfect excuse to spend every moment she could with her best friend.
Jen knocked on the back door that led into Quinn's kitchen. She was at the table, talking to her parents, and was, strangely enough, stroking a small brown barn owl perched on the back of the chair next to her. Quinn looked up, a smile spreading across her face as she saw her best friend.
was just about to call you," she said letting her in. There was a twinkle in her eye, as if she had just found out something utterly unbelievable. "What is it?" asked Jen. "What have I missed? And what's with the owl?"
Quinn reached into her back pocket and produced a thick envelope, identical to the one in Jen's own pocket. Jen took hers out and stared at the two. "Someone joking on both us, then."
Quinn looked as if Christmas had been pronounced to be every day. She squealed with excitement, grabbed Jen's letter and placed it on the table, motioning for her to sit down. "Jen," she said. "How did you get one? You're a ... a ... what was the word, Dad?"
"Muggle, dear. But lots of muggle-borns get in. They just have to have the ability in them, you know."
There was only one thing to do. She tucked the thick envelope into her pocket and jetted out of her room and down the stairs. "I'm spending the night at Quinn's," she yelled to her parents as she jetted out the door.
As she jogged to Quinn's house, she thanked Lord for that letter. A perfect excuse to spend every moment she could with her best friend.
Jen knocked on the back door that led into Quinn's kitchen. She was at the table, talking to her parents, and was, strangely enough, stroking a small brown barn owl perched on the back of the chair next to her. Quinn looked up, a smile spreading across her face as she saw her best friend.
was just about to call you," she said letting her in. There was a twinkle in her eye, as if she had just found out something utterly unbelievable. "What is it?" asked Jen. "What have I missed? And what's with the owl?"
Quinn reached into her back pocket and produced a thick envelope, identical to the one in Jen's own pocket. Jen took hers out and stared at the two. "Someone joking on both us, then."
Quinn looked as if Christmas had been pronounced to be every day. She squealed with excitement, grabbed Jen's letter and placed it on the table, motioning for her to sit down. "Jen," she said. "How did you get one? You're a ... a ... what was the word, Dad?"
"Muggle, dear. But lots of muggle-borns get in. They just have to have the ability in them, you know."