Giggles echoed through one of the quieter streets of England. Best friends, Cheyenne and Paige were walking home after Cheyenne's horseback riding practice and Paige and Cheyenne were walking to the ice cream parlor when Chey's mom drove by.

"Honey, I'm on my way to the airport to meet your father in Paris! There's an owl situation in the kitchen."

"An owl?" Paige laughed after a moment of shock, snorting. "An owl?" she repeated, nearly falling down to the ground in her dramatic way.

"Yes, an owl, Paige dear," Cheyenne's mom said. "You can room with Chey while we're gone okay!"

"Thank you!" Paige said, recovering from her laughing fit. She turned toward Chey, "Ready to deal with the…" she paused, trying not to laugh, "owl situation?"

"Sure," Chey said rolling her eyes as her mom drove off. "After a nice delicious bowl of cookies 'n cream ice cream!" she said indicating the ice cream parlor

"My favorite," Paige said, skipping into the ice-cream parlor, humming a light-hearted tune.

Chey paid for the ice cream in cups and they began to head to Chey's house for the "owl situation".

"How'd an owl get into your house?" Paige asked, stuffing an overflowing spoonful of cookies and cream into her mouth.

"I dunno," Chey said, stirring her ice cream idly. The two best friends continued down the sidewalk in silence, Paige nearly dropping her cup of ice-cream when a large bumblebee started circling her.

"Ahhhh!" she yelled.

All of a sudden, after a few moments of discomfort, they were at Chey's house with their ice creams.

"How did that happen?" Paige asked Chey.

"I don't know," Chey answered, confused. "You were screaming, and then you grabbed me, turned around and now we're here."

"But we were just walking past Pivet Drive," Paige said, looking around.

Chey opened the door. They turned the corner to see a brown and white barn owl sitting on the kitchen table.

"Awwww!" Chey cooed. "Isn't he a cutie!"

Paige slapped Chey's hand away from petting the little owl. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to touch a strange owl?"

"Gee, okay okay," she said taking a spoonful of ice cream.

Paige noticed something attached to the owl's leg, "What's that?" she questioned, going toward the owl.

"Hypocrite," Chey muttered. But she was also quite interested in the paper on the bird's leg.

Paige slowly and carefully reached toward the owl, which, surprisingly, didn't move. It just stared at the two girls with its large brown eyes. Paige tugged the paper loose. The owl flew away.

"It's to you," Paige said, hanging the paper to Chey. But as she did, another envelope fell loose and onto the floor. "And one to me?" she added, surprised as she tore it open.

Chey sped read the letter, her eyes getting bigger as she read the rest of the page. Then the doorbell rang.

"What the…?" Paige muttered, reading the letter quickly, catching every other word or so, piecing it together. Chey went to answer the door. There was a splatter as she dropped her ice cream.

Paige didn't move, she didn't hear her friend or the few words exchanged in the foyer. She stayed reading the letter again, this time reading it word for word and spooning ice cream into her mouth at the same time.

Chey slowly walked into the room. "This is Dumbledore and he can explain this to us." Chey said cautiously.

"What?" Paige asked, turning around, her empty ice-cream cup now on the table.

"Hello, my name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts." The man in the doorway was tall and slim. However two things made it a very odd sight. The first was the extremely long silver beard and mustache. The second was his bright orange suit with a blue tie with purple polka dots. It looked as though he'd been trying to blend in, but the effect clearly wasn't working.

"Hello, my name is Paige and I am a student currently on summer break," Paige said, not a trace of sarcasm or rudeness in her voice. She was instead wearing a wary smile.

"Ah sarcasm!" the man sighed. "Would you like to learn of Hogwarts?"

"Why not?" Paige sighed, picking up her ice-cream cup and tossing it into the garbage can.

Chey pulled herself into the counter and leaned forward eagerly. She was ready to believe anything he said. She was mostly open to new things.

Paige, on the other hand, was always wary of strangers. Her father left when she was born, and her mother never talked about it. She had learned to not trust or become close with anyone, as they could leave your life at any point.

Except Chey of course. Her parents had just moved to the neighborhood and promised they weren't moving anytime soon.

Paige sat down in a large leather chair in the great room, completely exhausted. She wasn't much of a "people" person, she preferred to have a few close friends and not deal with a bunch of people at once.

"I'm sure you are wondering what exactly Hogwarts is," Dumbledore said. Chey nodded, her dark eyes shining, but Paige didn't say anything or make any motion. Her blonde bouncy hair stayed stationary.

"Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a school for young witches and wizards ages 11-17." Paige left her slouched position to sit upright.

"What are you saying?" she questioned with a glance at Chey.

"You have been enrolled at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said simply.