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Clarach, Wales- Saturday July 27th 2013
Virgil Sanders was bored. School had broken up for summer 3 days ago and he was already bored. He’d cleaned and tidied his room, not that he ever let it get very messy in the first place, he’d read all of his books, he only had the 5 his teacher had given him so it didn’t take long, he didn’t have any friends to go an play with, but it was raining anyway. Again. People though that if you lived next to the sea it was always sunny, but this was Wales, and it rained all the time. Resigned to another day inside trying not to annoy his father, Virgil pulled out his notebook and pencil. After half an hour of drawing the sparrow in the tree opposite his window, there was a knock on the front door.
“Oi, Vir, door” came the shout from downstairs. Sighing to himself Virgil ran down the stairs before his father could shout again. Standing at the door was a man wearing a light blue tie and brown cardigan. He was smiling slightly too much to be normal.
“Hello young man, are you Virgil Sanders?” the man asked, checking a piece of paper.
“Y-yes” Virgil stuttered.
“What’re you doing at the door boy, this place costs enough to keep warm without you leaving the door open” grunted Virgil’s father, as he stomped out of the living room.
“Ah, I presume you must be Mr Sanders, young Virgil’s father?” questioned the stranger.
“Yeah, we don’t want whatever you’re selling.” Said Virgil’s father, attempting to close the door on the younger man.
“Oh, no, sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I am Doctor Emile Picani, I am here to talk to you both about Virgil’s plans for secondary school. May I come in?” Picani handed Virgil a thick envelope addressed to him in dark green ink.
Once they were all seated in the living room, Dr Picani turned to Virgil and said “You, Virgil Sanders are a Wizard. As a Wizard you will need to learn magic, in you hands is a letter inviting you to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry until you finish your education. Any questions?”
The Isle of Arran, Scotland- Saturday July 27th 2013
Roman looked around the dining room. His father was reading the morning’s Daily Prophet, his mother was writing a letter to someone. Probably one of her cousins or someone in her mah-jong circle. He was weighing up whether or not to break the silence when an insistent tapping at the window heralded the arrival of some post. The morning post had already been, so it was probably a business matter for father or Blossom down the road inviting mother over for afternoon tea. Much to Roman’s surprise Ditzy the house elf placed the letter in from of him.
Master Roman Bartholomew Sanders
North Wing, Dirmal Lodge
Kildonan
Isle of Arran
Scotland
Read the envelope. Roman turned the letter over and saw a familiar dragon crest and teal wax seal.
“Open it then Roman.” Commanded his father. After a reassuring nod from his mother Roman broke the seal and removed the thick bundle of papers inside. He read the first line and squealed excitedly “I got in. I’m going to Hogwarts”
Elton, Cambridgeshire, England- Saturday July 27th 2013
“Heads!” came a shout from down the table, as a plate of toast came whizzing over Patton’s head. “Minnie, can you get the kettle for me? Twins, can you please finish setting the table. REUBEN, BREAKFAST IS READY!” shouted Patton’s mother. A flurry of paperwork signalled their father arriving.
“Pembroke, slow down.” Called their father as Patton’s younger brother ran into him. “OK KIDS, FOOD TIME. NOW REUBEN!” his father called. Soon the whole family was sat down, except for the tired looking 15-year-old who trudged in to the kitchen a few minutes after the others, clearly offended at having been woken up on the weekend.
“Right, Minnie there’s 2 for you, Reuben 1 for you, feels thick, Abilene, Aspen and Pembroke, none for you three today I’m afraid. Cassius, I put yours in your office. Oh, and Patton I nearly forgot yours.” Said Patton’s mother as she handed out post. Today was the day, Patton like his four older siblings, his parents and everyone else he knew, had got his Hogwarts acceptance letter. He vaguely heard his brother’s whoop as his quidditch captains badge fell out of the envelope, and his parents praising his eldest sister for becoming Head Girl. “Pat, you ok?” asked his mother.
“Yeah, I got in, like you all, I just can’t believe I finally get to go.”
London, England- Saturday July 27th, 2013
Logan Sanders had just finished attaching Neptune to his model of the solar system and was about to start adding Saturn’s moons when a well-kept Owl landed on the table next to him and pecked his hand insistently. He called his mother from upstairs. She gave the Owl a treat and clapped her hands excitedly when she saw the letter he had left.
Master Logan Sanders
The back bedroom, 67 Kenway Road
Earls Court
London
Read the envelope. “Dear Master Sanders, it is with great delight that I am able to inform you that you have been invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We await your reply no later than Friday August 30th, 2013. Included with this letter is a list of school supplies that can be collected either at Diagon Alley, London, Hogsmeade Village, Scotland or by Owl order.” Read Logan.
“Oh congratulations darling, when would you like to go shopping for your supplies?”
“Next weekend please mother. I shall tell Father and Beaumont at dinner this evening”