Crispy Surprise

After a few lazy summer days, I decided to write to Crispy-rin. ( a nickname I made up when I was not even two years of age. I couldn't say Crispin, but I could say Crispy and Crispy-rin when I tried hard enough. It was so funny, it's a nickname I called him for almost ever)

"June 15, 1971

Dear Crispy Dearest," I started, taking a stab at myself, because I call everyone 'dearest' at some point which my Crispy friend pointed out on a daily basis.

"I promised you a letter, and as always, Crispy, I kept my word. What's the surprise, dear Crispinny? An animal? That would be cool… What do you know about your boarding school? All I know is that mine is fantastical, English, starts on the first of September and… well, I'll mention that at a later date!

Yours sisterly,

Lily"

I walked next door and placed the letter into the "Adorando" post box. "I hope my surprise arrives soon! Crispy is incorrigible…"I thought as I ran to my room to write Auntie Meggy.

Meggy, dear aunt:

When are we to roam the magical lands of… well… ENGLAND! Kidnap me soon, Auntie! I'm to die of boredom. The only entertainment I attain is when Petty-dear is back from her play group and starts to take the old broom outside and pushes off the ground, hoping to fly. It's hysterical. The neighbors all think she's gone absolutely mental, but I've vanquished the bulk of the rumors explaining that she is in fact, "Getting ready for All Hollow's Eve early." It's amazingly cute. Meggy, can I visit your flat in London now that I'm magical like you? Is it filled with all sorts of fascinating magic stuff? Can't wait to see! Where can I get an owl? The school one that delivered my acceptance was really rather attached to me. I wish I could've kept him, he was awfully nice and handsome bird. Which reminds me… how am I to send this to you?

Moment I thought it, Henri breaks down the window and sticks out his foot. I removed the scroll while he hooted happily helping himself to a few of the chocolate cookies mum had baked. And I read:

Ms. Evans:

We realize your aunt has already informed you of your escort, namely her, but we reply your pleas for information nonetheless. Your haven for any magical supply is Diagon Alley. Platform 9 ¾ is reached simply by running through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Furthermore, yes, Lily Evans, you are most certainly a witch. Your aunt Margarette Oakenwood was the best of her year; prefect and Head Girl. We can expect even greater success from you, too, for Miss Oakenwood has cited you to be very bright.

Good Luck!

Fondly,

Professor McGonagall

I smiled. Meggy obviously told them just recently that I was her niece. Those professors seemed to like her. I hope they liked me. I took my mind off school giving my letter to Auntie Meg to Henri, but not before I added a post script:

Meggy , got my answer from McGonagall, and they seem to like you a lot. This year is going to be interesting!

Love you,

Lily

He fluttered by, passing Petty trying to lift off the ground, with surprise.

After I occupied myself for a few hours of reading Merlin:The Sorcerer, it came. I heard such a large clamor upstairs and, puzzled, I went to investigate. Maybe Henri is back because he couldn't find Meg I thought. Instantaneously I was proven wrong. It was a minute screech owl. I thought to myself Who in the world besides Hogwarts would write to me by wizard post? I opened the window and the little owl twittered in and dropped the letter and let me stroke him gently, offering a cookie before rushing through to the sky.

Dear Lily dearest:

Thisis your surprise. Owls deliver mail. We write on parchment. No, the Adorandos aren't the re-enactors of the Middle Ages… We perform spells and brew potions, too. I'm a wizard! I'm off to Hogwarts on September 1st. My whole family's magic, we just hid it. That's why you've never been to my house, and I have been to yours. Sorry about that. You're the only real friend I have besides other "purebloods". It took me ages to get permission for you to know. Non magic folk are strictly not supposed to know us. I also had hoped you weren't a muggle (non-magical) person, I had hoped that my power would rub off on you. It was wishful thinking; my parents say it doesn't work that way. I wish it did.

I loved you so much over the years,

I didn't know how to tell you.

Crispy-rin

Immediately after reading it, I fainted.