It had been a week since Petunia's birthday, a week since that strange letter, and a week since Professor Flitwick had visited. The professor was back, and Mr. and Mrs. Evans had a list of questions to ask him, and Petunia and Lily were behind them with their own list.

"What kind of jobs can you get with an education at Hogwash?" Mr. Evans asked.

"Hogwarts," Professor Flitwick corrected. "You can get numerous careers in the magical world, from working at a shop to working in the Ministry to being a teacher!" He was very obviously excited about the last option.

"Yes," Mr. Evans said suspiciously, "about this magical world, where exactly is it?"

"All over the country," answered Professor Flitwick. "It's hidden now because of the Statue of Secrecy, established in-"

Mr. Evans cut him off. "Tuition?"

"No more than what you're paying now," said Professor Flitwick.

"Where is it?"

"Northern Scotland, very remote." Professor Flitwick seemed to have the answer for everything.

"Where do we get the supplies?" Mr. Evans asked.

"Diagon Alley," told the little teacher. "It's hidden in London."

"When would she be home?" Mrs. Evans asked. It was the first question she asked and one of the most important to her. She wanted Petunia to learn, but she didn't want to lose her daughter.

"Term begins on September 1," Professor Flitwick answered, echoing the letter. "It ends in June."

"We're done. Girls, I believe you had some questions?" As she said this, Mrs. Evans raised an eyebrow, silently warning them to be polite.

"First and most importantly," Petunia said clearly, standing straight with her head held high, "can Lily come, too?" Lily shot Flitwick a pleading look.

"Possibly," the short man said. "Not now, though. You have to be eleven to start Hogwarts. She might be a muggle, though."

"How do we know if she's a muggle?" Petunia asked.

"Lily," he said, turning to the nine-year-old red-head, "have you ever done anything strange? Anything others might consider abnormal?"

"Maybe a little," Lily admitted.

"Then chances are," said Flitwick, clapping the little girl on the shoulder, "that when it's time, you'll get your letter, too."

Petunia was silent for a moment before asking, "What else do I need to know about Hogwarts?"

Professor Flitwick thought for a moment before saying, "You'd be best off reading Hogwarts, a History. It's got everything you need to know. I personally recommend it to all my Ravenclaws."

"What's a Ravenclaw?" asked Lily.

"Ravenclaw is one of the four Hogwarts houses. The other three are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. They each have defining qualities. For Ravenclaws, 'wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure!'"

"Sounds like Lily," Petunia mumbled just as her mother asked, "Where can we get a copy of that book?"

"You could buy one at Flourish and Blotts," answered Professor Flitwick, "but it might be best to order it. If you'd like, I can send them an owl about an order form for you. The owner and I have an agreement that he sends it to all the muggleborns I visit for muggle money."

"Wizards have a different currency?" Mr. Evans asked.

"Yes, of course!" exclaimed Professor Flitwick as if the idea of wizards using pounds and pence. "We use galleons, sickles, and knuts."

Mr. Evans shook his head. "I hope this comes easy for Petunia once she gets to Hogwarts because I'm never going to understand this."

Petunia squealed with delight. "I can go?" Mr. Evans nodded wearily. She swung her thin arms around him and hugged him as tightly as she could. "Thank you, Daddy, thank you!" She was jumping up and down with excitement.

"Well, I best be going," said Professor Flitwick. "I'll put down that she's coming."

"Bye, Professor!" Lily called after he had apparated out, convinced he could still hear her. "See you in two years!"

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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to rosegrace55 and T. H. Enesley for taking an interest in the story.