The next day, Nessa woke up stiff. She had barely slept last night, and was getting ready for Hogwarts. She slowly stomped down the stairs. She was in a really bad mood from last night, and her mother gave her a disapproving look. Nessa glared at her, and prepared herself some cereal.
"Um… Honey?" Celia asked shyly. "What?" Nessa answered dryly.
"Professor Snape will be here to pick you up tomorrow to take you to Hogwarts. You'll be starting as a fourth year."
"Snape?" Nessa questioned. "who's that?"
"He's the potions master there." She replied.
"How am I supposed to get ready for school?"
"Snape will be taking you to Diagon Ally to buy all of your school supplies."
"Okay, how am I going to be ready as a fourth year? Won't I be kinda, well, stupid compared to the other kids? I'll be a first year practically." She had so many questions
"Snape will help you with that too. He's going to catch you up on all you missed the past three years for the rest of the summer. He'll take you to Hogwarts for some early training."
"Cool." Nessa said nonchalantly.
"Well, go get that list, and get ready for tomorrow. You need to be ready for when Snape get's here." Celia said, dismissing the conversation.
With that, Nessa finished off her cereal and ran upstairs to her room to go get the list, and packed. She threw anything that looked decent enough into the suitcase higgledy-piggledy, not even bothering to fold them. She was so excited about tomorrow, she forgot how her parents had hidden the letter from her, or wouldn't let Dumbledore take her away to Hogwarts, or how they even knew about magic. She spent the rest of the day preparing herself not to look like a complete fool in front of Professor Snape, and laying out the perfect outfit for tomorrow. She couldn't wait to jump in bed.