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"Izzy!" Her name aroused her from her deep reading and looked up at the brown haired girl who stood in front of her with a curious look. Rolling her eyes at the smirk, she responded,
"What is it, Dest?"
Her best friend, Destiny Anne Colins, the most obnoxious eleven year old stood in front of her. "Miss Beth wants to see us both, says we have a visitor. Oh, don't you hope that they're looking to adopt one of us? Or both? That would be magnificent, don't you think?" If she had been younger and not such a lady, she would've been bouncing with excitement.
"I doubt that someone would want TWO eleven year old daughters, especially when one is a bit bonkers," smiling at her, setting the book down and getting up from her bed at the orphanage. Unfortunately, the two lively girls lived in the Rockdale Orphanage in a small town in England, where they receive more children in than those getting adopted.
"Oh, well, you can work on fixing that. But you know, it could be from all the books you read, why not come and play games with us or something! You always sit up here and read, come socialize, be the life of the party-!"
"You know I like to be alone up here, plus…most of them don't like me. They think I'm a freak cause of…everything that happens when I'm around."
"That stuff happens with me too, and they still talk to me, come on you can't stay up here and mope around all the time. There's a game tonight for free at the school, they're playing football, come and watch with us! You used to be so good at it-"
"Yeah, until I kicked the ball and it broke three of the other goalies ribs and everyone called me a freak."
"Well…at least come watch, for me? Please? I need my sissy there…" Giving her best friend the pouting face, Iz sighed, and after a little hesitation,
"Alright, alright I'll come. As long as you stop pestering me!" They had finally reached the mistress' office near the front foyer. Smoothing her skirt she walked in to find a man with a long beard and long white hair sitting on one of the chairs across from their beloved Miss Beth.
"Ah, here they are Mr. Dumbledore! This is Isabelle and Destiny, girls this is Mr. Dumbledore, he wanted to talk to you about a school for a few seconds. I'll leave you to it, then, sir," not realizing he didn't want her to be there, as she was a muggle.
"Actually, Mrs. Coles-"
"Call me Elizabeth, Mr. Dumbledore-"
"Well then, Elizabeth, I would actually like to have a talk with them alone about the school, in case they feel they need any adult approval. It will only be a few minutes," he assured with his twinkling eyes and charming smile. The middle aged woman nodded and stood, giving the two eleven year olds a smile that said plainly 'good luck and behave'. She exited the room, closing the wooden door behind them.
"Please sit, both of you. Would you like a lemon drop? I'm sure your Mistress won't mind it." Both girls shook their heads no, looking rather shy and quiet, waiting to hear the strange man speak. "Alright then, I'll just get on with it. Now, you both are very talented young girls, but in a way I am sure neither of you realize."
"What do you mean sir?" Izzy asked quietly, not usually one to speak out but her curiosity getting the better of her. Destiny looked as intrigued as her, waiting for the answer.
"Well now, we'll get to that," with his smile. "My first main order of business of coming here was to, in fact, deliver you two these letters of acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Holding the two letters out for them to take, they both believed they misheard him when he spoke about the witchcraft and wizardry.
Both girls glanced at each other before glancing back down at it and slowly undoing the odd red seal. Opening it, Iz pulled the parchment paper out, noting how funny it felt in her hands, and began to read the letter:
Dear Ms. Isabelle,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress
Looking up at the man before her with a confused expression, Destiny was still reading hers. Glancing back down she took out another sheet of paper about a school fund for those who could not pay for the supplies. She read the supplies list but then looked up, breaking the silence,
"Is this a joke or something? Magic…magic isn't real!" Trying to be rational on this, facts were that magic WASN'T real, but that hadn't ever stopped her from secretly wishing it was.
"In fact, it is very real. I'm sorry, by the way, about the heading, ms. Isabelle, but we do not know your last name, now do we?" She just looked at him stunned, it couldn't be true!
"S-sir…magic…really is real then?" Destiny asked, dumbfounded as she looked up at the old man.
"Indeed it is, and you both are witches. Do you need me to prove it?" Neither answered, both partially scared at what might happen. He smiled reassuringly at them, glancing at the desk, then back to them. They watched as Miss Beth's favorite peacock feather pen floated into the air and began to write:
"Magic is real. I will be back to meet you both with your decisions on July 31. I await your answer." It was gently lowered back to the desk and both girls sat stunned staring at where the ink was slowly disappearing. Both were speechless as they turned back to look at the man sitting there calmly gazing at them with his blue eyes. He stood, nodding to them and left the room, both still holding their letters watching as he disappeared behind the closing door.
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