AN: This story will either be very awful or very good. Hope you guys stick around long enough to find out.. Enjoy!
A barn owl flew through the air, making elaborate swoops and staying out of view. In its talons it clutched six letters, the folded parchment crinkling in the wind. They were acceptance letters for witches and wizards who had been chosen to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It swooped downwards, dropping a letter down a chimney.
Startled cries from within were heard. There were many exclamations made, the words
"magic" and "wizard" being among them. The owl soared towards its next destination.
The next house that the owl dropped the letter into collapsed into cheers, a party being announced soon after. Still, the owl flew on.
At the next house, a letter drifted down the chimney and caused a shriek, then laughter. A lot of laughter, as well as an exclamation about how "she had always seemed like my little witch!". The owl rolled its eyes, if it could, and glided to the next dwelling.
The letter dropped into the chimney and caused a sarcastic yet overjoyed shout announcing the news, as well as clapping and a small bit of laughter. The owl ignored his tired wings and flew on.
The next letter brought shouts and a quick explanation. After a few moments of silence, there was a shout of joy and the house began celebrating. One letter left.
Finally, the owl made his last stop. He dropped the letter quickly, almost not hearing the misreading of the letter and then the frantic re-read. He headed back to the Hogwarts owlry, ready for a long nap, not knowing that those six letters were greatly entwined.
