The man in the violet cloak acted as though he'd been there before. He walked briskly to the lounge, where he and the entire Isondomier family sat down. "Well, sir, ma'am, once again I apologise if I seem to be intruding, but before you ask any questions on why I am being here, let me first explain who I am. My name is Carson Kelbert. I have come here today to talk to you about your son, Orleander." At the puzzled-slightly worried expressions on everyone's faces, the man smiled. "Do not be alarmed, by all means, be happy, for this is a most joyous day for your son." The old man, Carson Kelbert cleared his throat before continuing.

"It turns out that your son Orleander is an extremely special boy. I am the headmaster of a school called Hogwarts, and it turns out that Orleander has some qualities about him that we at Hogwarts value and prize greatly. I have the honour of telling you that he has been accepted at our school. This is no ordinary boarding school, however. Hogwarts only accepts those students who posess the good fortune of showing the qualities that prove them to be a witch or a wizard, by the age of eleven." At this, Carson Kelbert stopped to wait for the Isondomiers' reactions.

He didn't have to wait... at all. As soon as the Isondomiers heard that Orleander was a wizard, there was an uproar. Orleander's mum went white and fainted. His dad, who was sitting next to her, caught her just as she fell, his face quite pink with excitement. Jefavre had nearly turned green with envy, and was complaining about how unfair it was that he wasn't a wizard. Olivier was chattering excitedly to Orleander, asking a billion questions about what he thought the school would be like. The only person who hadn't said anything at all was... Orleander himself.

The Headmaster smiled. Good, very good, the way Orleander was taking it. Not many muggleborns he'd gone to give the news to had been able to keep perfectly calm once they found out who they were. He turned to Orleander's mother and father, his mother having just revived. "Well, Mr. and Mrs.Isondomier, do you have any questions concerning this school?"

Orleander's father nodded. He and Mrs. Isondomier were soon bombarding Kelbert with questions. Kelbert in turn, answered every single question thrown at him with great patience and a gentle tone. "Yes, Howarts is a boarding school. It is only for witches and wizards who wish to attend." "Only witches and wizards who live in the UK are accepted. There are other wizarding schools in the other countries." "Yes, ma'am, this schhol will require him to live there for the majority of the year. However, they will have chances to come back home, while school's not in session. Christmas break, for example, and Hogwarts is not open during the summer months, and therefore students will have to spend time at home with their families." And so on and so forth...

Finally, the Isondomiers had exhausted their supply of questions, so Headmaster Kelbert said to them. "Now, I have a question for you. Or rather, for your son Orleander." He turned towards the small, pale eleven-year-old boy sitting in a huge sofa that seemed to swallow him. "Well, young sir. You've heard all about Hogwarts now, and the only question left is for you to tell me whether or not you'd like to come and study magic at Hogwarts."

Orleander took a deep breath, looked straight into the Headmaster's eyes, and with a firm, steady voice replied. "Yes, sir, I do."