James Potter raced sown the stairs, fell over his trunk, which was sitting at the bottom of the flight, and slid across the hall, face first, into the front door.
He scrambled back up and went into the kitchen.
Just then, a tawny owl flew in the open window and perched on the windowsill, swaying ever so slightly in the breeze.
"Mum," James said, watching at the owl, which was drinking the washing-up liquid in the sink.
"Could this be, well, an owl from, Hogwarts?" he asked hesitantly.
"I think it just might be dear," said his mother without looking at the owl.
James walked over to the owl and untied the letter from its leg. It ruffled it's feathers importantly as he read the envelope then yelled, "YES! IT IS! AND I GOT IN! La La lalala" and with that, he ran out of the room to owl his best friend Sirius and ask him if he got in too! James couldn't wait to tell his father, who worked as an Auror and would certainly be proud if his son had the same chance.
A/N I know it's a really short chapter but I'm so bad at this.