A/N: Hi guys! This is my first attempt at writing something and I hope you guys enjoy it! I plan on regularly adding chapters and giving each of the character more depth and hopefully I'll get better as I go. Please leave reviews as, again, it's my first time writing and I really want to know what you guys think of it and want to know about whatever you guys think I can improve on.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter universe. That credit goes to JK Rowling. This is just my interpretation of what Ilvermorny is and it doesn't reflect anybody else's perspectives but my own. Also, I don't own Mickey Mouse because Disney does. I just like pancakes. Please don't sue. Thank you.

Chapter 1

Morning Pancakes

It was pointless. There was no point in trying to sleep, because there was no way that Ben Reilly could sleep. He had been on edge for the past two weeks leading up to tomorrow- his 11th birthday and the day of his possible acceptance letter to Ilvermorny school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

In his mother's eyes, it was no question that he would be admitted. Ever since he was a child he had shown signs of magical tendencies. The first time Ben performed magic he had set his accidentally set his aunt's hat on fire when he was 6 because he was upset she had arrived to take his cousin home and end their playdate. Even recently he had somehow duplicated the last slice of pizza he had and wasted the rest of the evening attempting to figure out how he had done it.

Yet despite this, Ben felt these moments might not have been enough. What if he wasn't like his sisters and wasn't good enough to be admitted? He felt sweat start to roll down the side of his temples. Awesome, Dad still hasn't fixed the AC yet.

He wondered why his dad hadn't fixed the machine yet. Ben had always been used to living in a house that was built for those without magical blood, or "No-Maj's." It wasn't that his family was against the use of magic, it was that his dad insisted on keeping and using some of the No-Maj technology. This was partly what made him endearing to Ben's pure-blood mother: His father wasn't going to completely change the way he has always lived to adjust to being married to a witch. Instead, Ben's home has always been a healthy mixture between a No-Maj lifestyle and a wizarding lifestyle. Usually he's pretty good with this kind of stuff he thought to himself.

The hours stretched and Ben made it a point not to look at the clock. The more he looked at the clock the slower the hands seemed to move, as if the hands of the clock were taunting him. Hours passed until he gradually felt his eyelids grow heavier and heavier until he couldn't possibly keep them open any longer and finally he started dozing into-

"Ben."

"Er…"

"BEN."

"Ugh, what do you want?"

"Happy birthday!" Ben's sister, Jenny, cheered from behind his locked door. "Ma said you need to wake up she made those chocolate Mickey Mouse pancakes for you."

"Is there bacon?"

"Nah, sausage this time."

"Eh…" He buried his face back in the pillow.

"Ben, wake up or mom will come up here instead of me."

This information definitely gave Ben enough energy to get out of bed and change. He knew he was in for it if his Mother were to go out of her way to wake him.

He made his way downstairs and found his family gathered to eat breakfast on the back patio. His mother had always enjoyed leaving the back door and the windows open during the winter time since the rest of the year was always to hot to let the air in. He found his place had already been set with a pile of letters next to his mountain of pancakes. "Thanks mama! Thanks pop!" He quickly gave them hugs and started filing through the letters like a madman, searching through the pile of birthday cards and early Christmas letters for the thick envelope with the big blue seal he's seen his sisters open before.

"Don't you want to read the others letters first?" His mother inquired.

"Why? I've been awake all night for this I can't wait anymore!" Ben tried to open the letter carefully but lost patience and tore the envelope apart, ignoring his dad's chuckling behind him. He read aloud for his family to hear.

Dear Mr. Benjamin Michael Reilly, we are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted into the Ilvermorny School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Inside you will find a list of all the necessary materials and textbooks for the upcoming year.

The term will begin September 1st, please plan accordingly.

We ask that you send your acknowledgement letter no later than August 14.

Yours truly,

Scott C. Wheeler

Headmaster of Ilvermorny School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

Ben could barely contain himself as his family applauded the news. He broke into a manic giggle as he waved the letter around.

"Alright," his mother laughed. "Why don't you finish your breakfast before it gets any colder?"

"Yeah, you act like you're surprised about getting in" his sister Marie teased. Ben didn't even notice her. He was too busy tearing the ear of a Mickey Mouse pancake and rereading the letter placed in front of him.

A/N: I know it's short bear with me! It was the first chapter I wrote and I really had no idea where to begin. The upcoming chapters will have more content!