"Mail?" I asked and looked at him questionably.

"Yes mail for you. It's on the coffee table. I forgot who it was from but don't worry I didn't read it," my father quickly said as he saw my expression.

"Right," I said as I grabbed a sand colored envelope.

The handwritten was very neat and pretty.

I quickly opened it with curiosity.

"Don't rush, Elizabeth. I know you don't get mail much but don't get too excited," my sister teased.

"Shut up!" I yelled and tickled her weak spot.

She just kept laughing as I stopped.

There was only one piece of paper in it.

It had the same color as the outside.

It read:

Dear Elizabeth,

We are pleased to inform you that you are welcomed at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What you are required to have are on the bottom of this page. We hope to see you soon.

Sincerely,

Professor McGonagall

Assistant Headmistress of Hogwarts

I made it short so don't worry.

"Is this a joke?" I asked.

"What are you talking about, dear?" my father asked and put down the newspaper he was reading.

"A school of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" I repeated.

"Where does it say that?" my father asked and grabbed the paper out of my hands.

"It can't be a joke," he said.

"Come on dad. You believe in magic?" I joked.

He turned red with embarrassment.

"You never know. There might be a such thing as magic," he said and winked.

I rolled my eyes.

"Come on dad. I haven't believe in magic since I was like 5," I said and smirked.

"6," he said and smiled.

"Whatever," I said and rolled my eyes again.

"I want to see what it says," Isabella exclaimed.

"Fine," I said and snatched it out of my father's hand.

"Tell me it's a joke," I said.

She looked at it with a focused expression.

"It's not a joke, Elizabeth," Isabella said seriously.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What do you mean what do I mean?" Isabella asked less serious now.

"You just said 'It's not a joke,'" I said and gave her a strange look.

"Ah no I didn't," she said.

"Don't lie to me. This is kind of important," I said.

Something very strange was happening.

"You're freaking me out," I said.

"But I honestly didn't say anything," she said kind of angry now.

"Girls! Stop fighting!" my father exclaimed.

"Did you hear her say that father?" I asked.

"No but doesn't mean she didn't say it. Whatever she said," he mumbled the last sentence.

"Just give me back the letter," I said and grabbed it out of her hands.

I went up to my room angrily.

"Elizabeth!" my dad called.

But I didn't listen.

"Leave me alone," I yelled back and slammed the door.

I jumped on my bed hating everyone for a while.
Then I heard a noise outside my window.

I walked over slowly and opened the curtain.

I gasped as I saw . . .