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Dom did not stop reading until a large shadow fell across his page, looking up he recognised his cousin.

'Good day Sir Meathead.' He said with mock respect. Waiting for his normal reply Dom was surprised when Kel spoke instead,

'Dom this is not the time, we also realise that it's you sending around letters telling people they have been accepted into a school for witchcraft and wizardry.' While pausing for her breath Dom actually realised what Kel was talking about.

'Wait!' He exclaimed. 'You got one to? I thought it was one of you two sending ME a letter.'

'What you got one too?' Asked Neal. 'Let me see!' grabbing the letter out of Dom's hand he looked at, then showed it to Kel. 'He's got one too, maybe it wasn't Dom sending them….'

Looking confused Neal turned back to Dom. 'If you didn't do it, who did?' Kel and Dom were looking at each other when they both shouted.

'RAOUL.' And with that they turned and sprinted to Own's barracks, leaving a very confused Neal to walk in their wake.

Slowing down before the barracks to allow Neal to catch up, the three friends had an odd sensation of being pulled upwards by their navels. Feet leaving the ground Kel, Neal and Dom spun faster and faster until they fell to the ground. Kel, untangling herself stood up first slightly dizzy. Thinking so hard she missed Neal mutter some comment likely to get him in trouble with the Stump and Dom yell out, 'MEATHEAD YOUR ON MY LEG.' A rich chuckling broke Kel out of her thinking, causing her to look at around at the surroundings. Looking Kel noticed that she was not anywhere she recognised. The wooden walls of the pub could have been any Inn in Tortall, but then she noticed the man standing in front of her. By this time Neal and Dom had untangled themselves and stood up.

'I trust none of you are injured from the journey?' Asked the man standing in font of them. The man had hair and beard longer even then Sir Myles. Half moon glasses framed blue eye and he wore something like an ankle length tunic.

'No? Well that's good. I hope you three got the letters I sent you. I am-'

'Wait you sent us the letters?" Butted in Neal. 'So it wasn't some big joke?'

The man in front of them chuckled again. 'Yes I am the one who went the letters, and no it is not a joke. I am the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore and Hogwarts would like to offer you a spot for the next few years. We do realise you are too old to begin as first years and yet again I realise the you, Dom and Neal are at least five years older the Kel each. It would make it easier for you three if you started in fifth year, is that ok with each of you?' Seeing them all nod he started again. 'Tomorrow you are due on the train, so I suggest the you three go get some food from Tom.' He said pointing at the bartender. 'And then go get some sleep. I will bring your school supplies tomorrow when I come to pick you up. Until tomorrow.' Kel, Dom and Neal were then surprised when the old man turned on the spot and disappeared.


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