Books and Magic
It was an ordinary April afternoon when it happened. I was reading in my room when my eight year old sister, Mia, walked in. I paid no attention to her because she does this often, and I was at the climax of my favorite book. She walked over to me and slapped the book out of my hand. It landed on the floor with it’s pages bent every which way.
“What the heck was that for!” I yelled as I got up off my bed to get my book. I picked it up and started to fix the pages.
“You’re always reading! It’s a weekend! Could you please play with me for once?”
“Well maybe I would have if you had just asked nicely!” I retort.
“You would have said no! All you do is read, read, read! You know what, I think you should be done reading!” She went over to my bookshelf. She picked up my second favorite book, opened to a random page, grabbed a chunk, and ripped them out. I gasped in shock and rage.
“Mia! How dare you! I have tried to play with you, but you’ve always been a brat! I tried to be kind to you, I tried to give you multiple chances, but now I see you don’t deserve it!” I was filled with so much rage I didn’t see my books start to rattle. Then all of a sudden, all my books flew out of my bookshelf and hit my sister.
She fell to the floor, screaming, crying, covered in books. My parents rushed into the room. They consoled my sister and then my dad took her downstair to get some ice. My mom turned to me, surprisingly calm considering what just happened.
“Kassandra, what happened?” she asked, concern playing across her face.
“I don’t know! One moment Mia was ripping pages out of one of my books, the next they flew off the bookshelves and attack her!” My mother nodded, seaming to understand.
“Come with me. There’s something I should have told you a long time ago.” She lead me down the hall into her office. She locked the door behind her.
“Mom, what is this about?” That’s when she told me about Hogwarts, Quidditch, and everything else in the wizarding world.
My dad was a Muggle, and my mom was a witch from the house of Ravenclaw. She had just gotten her job as a Auror, a dark wizard catcher. (That explains all the “trips” she took.) They met at a cafe in London and fell in love. She didn’t tell him about the wizarding world until after they were married. When they had me, my dad insisted I didn’t know about the wizarding world; however, I was more of a mother’s child, which meant I inherited her magic.
“I was beginning to worry you were going to turn eleven in May and never show any sign of magic. Good thing that didn’t happen!”
Now it’s May 7th, my birthday. Along with my other presents, I got a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall
Dear Ms. Albers,
We are pleased 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.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
I tuck it away in my jacket. Mom and Dad decided not to tell Mia about Hogwarts, since she doesn’t seem to be a witch. “What’s that?” Mia asks, leaning over the table to look. I pull the acceptance letter away. “Stop! You’re going to touch the cake!” She pulls away.
Later that day, I show mom the letter. “Where do I go to get these things? A wand, cauldron, owl, dragon hide gloves?”
My mom smiles and says “Diagon Alley, of course!” I give her a confusing look. “Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you about that. It’s where you go to get your supplies. I’ll take you tomorrow. Oh, and if your sister asks, we are going birthday shopping.” I walk out and go up to my room. Once I shut the door, I do a happy dance. I can’t believe it! I’m going to be a wizard! Well, a witch, but same thing!
I walk into the mirror to see if I’ve changed. Obviously, I haven’t. Dirty blonde, shoulder length hair. Gunmetal blue eyes. Faded freckles dotted under my eyes. 5’ 2” and still growing. Jeans and a yellow sweater. Silver flower earrings. I head to my room and go to bed.