Chapter Two: Phiny

"Phiny! Hey Phiny, give that back!"

Louisa Fletcher was trying to get back her diary from her cousin Persephone, who stood out of reach, the leather bound prize dangling from her pale, freckled fingers.

"So what's in it?" Persephone asked coolly, her blue eyes flashing in mischief.

She went to open it.

"Hey, hey, stop it Phiny please." Louisa cried once again from the other side of Persephone's bed, her chest heaving with air.

Persephone opened the diary to a random page, and started to read, "So, you…"

Louisa blushed brightly as Persephone opened her mouth to say more, but was cut off by her mother.

"Louisa, Phiny, Jeremy, Valerie, Jackie! Time for dinner."

Persephone chucked the diary back and bounded down the stairs, slipping into her regular seat between Louisa and her older cousin Valerie, who she absolutely idolized.

To the naked muggle eye, the dinner scene probed strange. Two wore long Wizard's Robes, that being Persephone's father Even and Valerie. The rest were clad in jeans and tees, fitting the muggle aspect of their lives.

"So what was all the commotion upstairs?" Aunt Lucinda arched an eyebrow at Persephone, who just smiled back.

"Oh nothing…" Louisa muttered a slight blush coming to her porcelain doll like cheeks.

"So have any of you got any letters from Hogwarts yet. Is there going to be another witch in the family, or will I be the only one?" Valeria spoke up, she had preciously graduated Hogwarts and was working for the Ministry in their Department of Muggle Affairs.

Jackie, Louisa and Persephone were all eleven and eagerly awaited letters that would send them to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But none of them had got letters of expectance yet and it was blossoming into late August.

"None, really, I'd expect at least one of you three to receive one." Valeria added, digging into her mashed potatoes.

But as if on cue, a brown owl flew in through the garden window, and dropped a letter on the table between the peas and the potatoes, Persephone immediately stopped what she was eating, a spoonful of peas clutched in her frozen hand. It seemed that everyone else had stopped what they were doing as well. Even Dawson picked up the letter. Reading the address, his blue eyes because level with Persephone's which were glazed over in a sort of hope paralysis. He smiled and passed her the letter.

"Uh, thanks da."

"Ta, it's for you, anyway."

"Well, open it then sweetie."

The tearing of the parchment envelope and waxen seal echoed throughout the room.

"Dear Ms. Persephone Dawson,

We are pleased to inform you…"

"So I'll not be the last." Valerie broke the silence, slightly amused.

"I don't believe it." Persephone was still in half shock.

"Congratulations, sweetie," Aunt Lucinda smiled.

The congratulations started and Persephone didn't think they'd ever stop. She was the third ever Fletcher/Dawson to be accepted to Hogwarts. Her father had gone there when he was a boy. She was now part of the legacy. Her father was a Prefeect in Hugglepuff, and had excelled in Divination and History of Magic. Valerie had been Head Girl, from Ravenclaw House and had exceeded in Potions and Transfiguration. And now, she would go. It seemed the best honor anyone could ever bestow her.

I am a witch!

"So, Louisa," Persephone said as she settled into bed and euphoria, after turning the lights down low, "who exactly is Jonnie Forbes?"