"Jackson, you have a letter." She examined the strange envelope while waiting for her son. There were no postage marks, and it was sealed with wax. It was addressed from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "Jackson, have you and your friends been playing make-believe again?"

"Not more than normal." He held a hand out for the letter and opened it eagerly. He ran his hand over the page. "Mum, it's not Braille; you'll have to read it to me." He held out the letter.

"Dear Mr. J. Smith, it is our pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Seeing as you have non-magical parents, a representative will arrive in the next few days to explain everything to you and your family. Warmest Regards, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster." Jackson looked awestruck.

"Is this some radio prize, Mum?"

"I don't think so. Your friends didn't put this through the mail slot?"

"Not that I know of. Does it look official? This is amazing, usually radio prizes go to people who call in, adults. Mum, describe it for me." He listened, enraptured, as she told him of the creamy paper, calligraphy, and cursive signature. She guided his fingertips to the wax seal on the envelope. "Can I take it to show my friends?" He asked her excitedly.

"Not yet, once this representative comes and explains everything. I want to make sure this isn't a hoax. The same for telling people, just let me make sure first, ok?"

"Ok." She watched him go outside and feel around for a stick, then pretend to do magic tricks. They'd been mostly alright so far, but if this wasn't real it might break her baby's heart. He already missed out on so much because of his disability.