167 Chipper Road, now this is really where our story begins. Inside was the most mysterious family in the whole street, perhaps even the whole town. Their home, a nice and normal looking house with an exceptionally beautiful and flowery garden, was a small yet liveable house. Now, the family that lived their held a secret so great that is was almost untrue. Mr. and Mrs. Butler were two very magical and powerful parents, who went to a magnificent school of magic and now, they parented over three very magical children.

The first, a teenage girl name Rachel Butler, who was of 15 years of age. This girl held a rare, special ability not many wizards or witches did. She was a Metamorpmagus, meaning she was able to change her looks at will, whenever she wanted too. For example, she could change her hair from short, black and curly to long, straight and pink. She was an extraordinary witch with amazing power and knowledge for such a young witch, and she exceeded in almost all of her subjects at school.

The next two were two twin boys with both very different personalities. The oldest, may I mention the oldest by only twenty-five minutes, was a very strong, very brave and a very cheeky young man with such a cheeky, devilish smile it was hard to not think he was up to something. The youngest, and the youngest child of the family, was a more quiet, yet at the same time, a very loud and open person. He always preferred to stay inside and read or play a game rather than go outside and meet a wide group of people, which was the very opposite of his brother.

Callum Butler, the oldest twin, took pride in being the oldest. He tended to almost order his younger brother around and even have the occasional 'play fight.' He was of average intelligence and was usually caught climbing on public buildings with his friends and being brought home by the local police. Callum was your typical daredevil boy and honestly didn't care about getting told off at all. He would say how he felt, do what he wanted (most of the time) and would even do all he could to get attention when he desired it.

Charlie Butler, the youngest twin and final child of the Butler's, was, as mentioned, a quiet yet loud person. He would prefer to stay inside reading, play computer games or perhaps even writing. He wasn't so sporty, unlike his brother, and just generally preferred being inside. He would usually argue with his brother and state that he was his least favourite member of the family, but everyone, even himself, knew that he still dearly loved his brother, as much as he denied it. However, when Charlie disagreed with something or generally wanted to say something, he would make sure he was heard.

But, anyway, the story begins on a warm and rainy summer day during the summer holidays of the year 2017. The warm rain was coming down hard on Charlie's house. He sat on the living rooms window seat, a simple, supermarket bought sketch book and pencil in hand. His dad's owl sat in front of him, daring to move. The pitter patter of rain coming down on the window calmed Charlie a lot; however it seemed to unsettle his dad's large barn owl. Charlie sketched the owl with great care, but to him it wasn't looking exactly the way he wanted it to.
"You haven't seen Callum?" his mother asked, walking into the living room and sitting down on the scarlet coloured chair, picking up her TV magazine.
"Not since breakfast..." Charlie replied, his eyes flicking to his sketchbook, the owl and back again. The owl began to bury his beak into his feather, probably scratching. "Stop moving Frankie!" Charlie shouted at the owl, making his mother laugh a little.
"He is a living owl, you know. He does need to move!" She said, chuckling a little. Charlie couldn't help but laugh to, which made Frankie the owl look around a bit confused and frightened.
"I know I have asked this question many times," Charlie said. "But why did dad call his owl Frank?"
"Charlie," his mother said with a sigh and a beautiful smile. "Your dad always was, and still is, a bit of a weirdo, but I still never understood why he chose Frank. It is a mystery unsolved..." They laughed together for a while, perhaps a bit longer than they expected but all ended in a long hug for a while. They watched the television until around eight at night, which is the time Charlie's dad came home, his brother right behind.
"Don, can you please tell me you said Callum could stay out this late?" Charlie's dad asked, a little sweat dripping from his forehead, possibly from work. Callum walked into the room, a little cautiously, his face and almost his entire body resembling his fathers; even by the way he stood. Charlie always liked the fact that they looked alike, because Callum never liked people stating it, so it was easy to annoy him.
"No dear," his mother said, sharply, turning her head to glare at Callum.
"I lost track of time..." Callum replied, impishly. Callum never acted like this, apart from when he was trying to get out of trouble, so even Frank the owl would've known this was all an act. The one thing that caught Charlie by surprise was the reaction of his mother; it was completely out of character.
"Well then, I suppose I will let it slip for now then..." his mother said with a sigh; completely out of character! She stood up and stretched, yawning a little too. "We have something more important to tell you anyway. Get into some pyjamas, and Fin, you get changed out of your work clothes. I'll boil the kettle." And with that, everyone departed the living room to get ready.

Charlie followed Callum down to the living room again; daring not to step on his twin's dressing gown and making him trip up. It was tempting, but he wanted to hear his mother's 'important news' without a black eye or a bruised arm from his brother. They jumped onto the scarlet sofa, joining their older sister who was flicking through the channels on their television. Her hair was tied high up and wavy, starting pink from her roots down and turning a dark purple towards the tips.
"Well, this is exciting..." Rachel said jokily. She put her arms around her two little brothers, however Callum reluctantly moved to the other end of the sofa, putting his feet onto her instead. They sat together for a while, just watching the weather, rain for the night and sun the rest of the week. Charlie was glad about this, rain always helped him sleep yet he hated walking in it. After a few more minutes, his parents came in, a tea tray with five cups of tea floating beside his mother. She pointed her dark, thin wand at the small coffee table and the tea tray perched itself gently on top, not spilling a single drop of tea. Her parents both sat on the opposite sofa. Rachel flicked of the TV and the three children leant forward, eager to find out what this important news was.
"I was so excited and looking forward to this day!" his mother started, a gigantic smile stretched across her face.
"We got it this morning; we both knew instantly what it was! So we planned to give them to you together!" His father continued, beaming at them also. Charlie looked at Rachel and Callum. Rachel was smiling as well, however Callum was just as confused as he was.
"I don't know what is going on here, but can we just get to it, I promised I'd meet my friends on the Xbox tonight," Callum snapped, getting impatient. Their mother's smile seemed to fade, yet she beamed even wider than the last time.
"Okay, okay!" his mother giggled. Their dad stood, raised his wand and pointed it towards the living room door. With one flick, the door flung open and Frank the owl and his mothers small, grey Scops owl, Scoppy, both flew in, dropping an antique looking envelope with a red seal sticking it shut. Charlie picked his of his lap and read the front. In beautiful green writing were the words:
To Master Charlie Edward Butler,
The Bedroom furthest to the back.
167 Chipper Road,
Hampshire,
England.

Charlie sat there, staring in wonder at the letter he was holding, he didn't even realise he was gawping. This was his letter to success, to a new life- to magic. This was the letter he had been waiting for his entire life! This very letter...
"Well," his dad said, quickly and excitedly. "Open it!" And with that, Charlie turned the envelope around and quickly, but carefully, opened it by its big red seal. He pulled out an old looking piece of parchment; however he defiantly knew it wasn't old at all. He unfolded the parchment and read in his head, a single tear of happiness stuck in his left eye.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmistress: Professor Rosalinda Titania Fostmith
(Order of Merlin, International Confed. of Wizards.)

Dear Master. Butler,
We write 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. Hope that you are well and we look forward to seeing you here at Hogwarts.
Yours sincerely,
David Centurion, Deputy Headmaster and Charms and Herbology teacher.

Charlie hadn't remembered the last time he had cried so much. It felt like it was a tsunami just flooding out, non-stop; out of his eyes- it was uncontrollable. For once, everything around him seemed completely right. He looked up and saw his mum crying also.
"I-Thank-Please..." Charlie couldn't speak properly, nor could he think of a sentence to say that made sense.
"I knew I would make it!" Callum said, smiling brightly, however not crying like Charlie. "Ha-ha! I made it! I'm in!" He stood, hands raised in the air, kissing the letter frantically. Suddenly, a small little BANG! went off from somewhere in his dad's direction and multicoloured confetti fell from the ceiling. Laughter of happiness filled the room and a lot of hugging. Callum must've been happy as he hugged everyone, even Charlie himself.

A few minutes later, once all the laughter, hugging and tears died down, everyone sat cosily together on the small scarlet sofa, in a big 'cuddle' and finished their tea together.
"So, tomorrow is the day we get everything, I gather?" asked Rachel, putting down her pink mug. Their dad coughed and put is tea cup down also.
"Buying new equipment? Rachel, we only need to buy you new items. The twins can just use hand-me-downs." His dad said, eyebrows raised. Finlay Butler was a very frugal person.
"Hand-me-downs?!" his mum said, her voice echoing in her mug. She sat upright and looked at their dad sternly. "They are starting a school that could change their lives! Actually, it will change their lives! I'd think they would much rather prefer their own robes and equipment! It would be a much better memory having your own stuff to look back on, not having a memory of wearing your dad's old smelly uniform!"
"Yes but Donna-,"
"Finlay, I don't care what you say! They're having new uniform!" Their mother, Donna, said, interrupting Fin. She gave Fin one last stern look as if to say 'Don't you dare argue with me!" He looked down and returned to his cup of tea.
"Well done mummy," Charlie whispered to Donna, smiling cheekily down into his mug.