Ichika: I was always a little different then the other kids. Something was always off about me, or so they said. I was called wierdo, stupid, freak, and a whole host of other interesting nicknames. To be fair, weird stuff always seemed to happen around me. My mom chalked it up to the fact that she was a wiccan and like her mother had been, assumed I was an early bloomer.
She taught me everything she knew about the craft and I soaked it all in like a sponge. Imagine both of our surprises when an Owl flies in from an open window with a letter addressed to me. After my mom gave it a careful read, she summarized it for me. Now both of us are very cautious people so we were both pretty skeptical of all this.
So I give her the suggestion of writing a letter back asking for a representative of the school to meet with us at their earliest convenience. This made more sense than just blindly trusting a letter sent by someone we’ve never heard of to go to some home-away school that in a country we had just moved to not even 3 years ago.
We eventually got a letter back and immediately after finishing reading that they would meet us at once we heard a knock on the door.
Soon after everything had been explained to us in great detail and multiple examples made, we accepted the fact that there was other magic in the world than what we were taught.
Everything after that came as a blur to me until my trip to Diagon Alley. Everything was so new and foreign. It’s one of my happiest memories to date.
I can’t wait to get to Hogwarts.