Monday came with yet another letter, now Will was starting to get a little upset. If it was legitimate why were they not allowing time for a reply. In his anger he opened the letter and read it, to find that it was indeed a supposed acceptance letter to a magic school in September. Needless to stay this letter promptly joined it's counterparts in the bin, along with Tuesday's when it came.
On Wednesday there was no letter. Will was relieved that the prankster had finally given up. This whole scenario was putting a downer on the first week of the 6-week holiday. He was gutted he couldn't get into Woodhey with the rest of his friends and the stupid LEA wouldn't listen when he said it was closer, better and where his friends went. Instead he was off to Stonewall with it's cacky grey uniform and below average GCSE scores. His mum was in the kitchen making scones with Krissie and his dad had somehow managed to get the day off so was doing some paperwork in the front room. He was a bank manager and every now and then muttering about how the columns didn't add up or how the statement for August was out. Will didn't know what the hell he was talking about and felt guilty for having the TV on. Just as he was going to go upstairs and get out his rollerblades there was a knock at the door.
Grateful for the temporary blip in the monotony he ran to the door and opened it to see whom it was. The person on the other side of the door waiting for a reply was none other than Dudley's criminally minded cousin. He didn't look like your typical criminal with his mop of unruly black hair and thick wire rimmed spectacles, if anything his skinny frame and baggy worn out clothes suggested the opposite; that this boy was harmless.
"Er, hi, Will? Erm, I'm Harry. Are you up to anything? Want to go to the park and talk?" The boy said, looking at Will but not making eye contact. If Will didn't know better he would say this boy was actually nervous.
"And why would you want to do that? So you can follow your cousin's lead and beat seven bells out of me? No thank you. Goodbye". Will went to shut the door when Harry put his hand out on it.
"Someone has been trying to write to you about going to Hogworts School in September, I got told they sent you a letter saying I would come around and talk to you."
"So it was you pulling the prank? What did you have to gain from it? You don't even know me, now leave me alone" Will got one extra burst of energy and shut the door in the dark haired boy's face.
The boy obviously seemed undeterred, he started knocking again. After a couple of minutes Will had had enough and opened the door again, "Go away or I'll get my parents"
"Come on, please? If you let me in I'll prove to you that I am not lying. It is not a prank. Promise" The boy actually appeared sincere, he wasn't smirking or laughing or adopting a dodgy tone of voice. Maybe that's why he was sent to the centre though, because he was good at being a criminal as opposed to Dudley, who the vast majority of the estate knew what he was up to.
"No!" Will slammed the door in his face again. This time he appeared to have got through, the knocking stopped and after a minute or two recomposing himself Will went into the kitchen.
"Who was that?" Asked his mum, trying to remove bits of mixture from her daughter's hair.
"I found out who was sending those letters, it was the boy who lives with the Dursley's. He came round and wouldn't take the hint to go away. He's gone now though." Will pulled out a chair and sat at the table.
"Nasty children, don't let them get to you. You are better them then. Anyway Stonewall isn't a bad school and neither of them 2 went Woodhey either." Will felt better at this, they had to buy their way into school, Will didn't.