Willow leaped out of bed, and gave a short cheer for the beginning of another day. Her parents yelled from across the hallway, "Willow, you're 30 minutes early! Go back to sleep!"

"Are you sure?" Willow asked, opening the door to her parents' room.

"Check the clock. It's still 5:33," her parents groaned.

"Aw. I'm gonna fix some breakfast and check the mail," Willow declared on the spot.

"Fine. Just leave us alone for a while, please," her mom said, "Close the door on your way out."

"Ok! Bye!" Willow said, leaping down the stairs to the door.

She walked down the driveway to her mailbox and sifted through the mail. It was just 2 days until her birthday - June 18 - so she was starting to get cards. She gave a quizzical look at one of the apparent "cards".

"Hey, mom!" Willow called up the stairs, "Why is one of my cards addressed to my bedroom, specifically?"

"Huh?" Willow's mom asked, coming out of her bedroom in a nightgown.

"It says 'Willow Pavelec, Front Room on the Second Floor', and then our actual address. Guess someone likes to be specific," Willow sais, shrugging.

She ripped open the envelope, revealing a letter from "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry". She scanned over the letter and pulled out a note, before opening up her other cards. When her parents came down to her cooking bacon, they asked her what she got.

"Well, my letters from Aunt Suzie and Uncle Ferdinand arrived. I'm cooking bacon and I've scramble some eggs over there. I've been invited to a dchool for wizards and witches. I also-" Willow went on.

"Wait, pause and back up. What did you say?" her dad asked, shocked.

"I'm cooking bacon, and I scram-"

"After that," her dad said.

"I was invited to Hogwarts Schools of Sorcery and something or other," Willow said, "Hang on, I've got the letter. Oh, never mind, Witchcraft and Wizardry. Cool, huh?"

"Uh, honey, are you sure you haven't been fooled?" her dad asked.

"Of course not. It has an official seal, see?" Willwo said, beaming and pointing as if it was all the evidence her parents would need.

"Um... Willow, I've never, ever heard of Hogwarts," her dad said, facepalming.

"Oh, yeah? Are you a witch?" Willow asked.

"... No, honey, witches are females..." her mom responded.

"Er, a wizard, then?" Willow asked.

"No," her father answered, "They don't exist outside of fiction."

"Well, this IS a fan-" Willow began.

"NO BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL!" her dad yelled, outraged.

"Sorry," Willow said sheepishly. "Anyway, they do exist. So, can I go to Diagon Alley this weekend to pick up supplies?"

"... Where?" her mom asked.

"Oh, it's this great place in London for witches and wizards. Everything we could ned is there. It can be found behind the Leaky Cauldron," Willow said.

"I've never heard of that, either," her dad said.

"Um, you've seen it, dad," Willow said, "You know, the run-down place between the store and the movie theater?"

"Nothing comes to mind," her dad said.

"We've passed by it, many times! We went into the theater right beside it once or twice, even!" Willwo exclaimed.

"That's an empty lot, honey," her dad said.

"No, there's a huge building with a sign saying it's name! Are you blind or something?" Willow asked.

An owl then flew in through the open window, carrying a tiny scroll in it's talons. Willow just sort of grinned, while her parents rushed to open doors and windows in hopes that it would fly out.

"Oh, hello," Willow said, "I'm over here. Bring the letter to me."

"Willow, what are you talking about?" her parents asked at once.

"Oh, the Hogwarts letter mentioned a letter come for you two," she said, as the owl dropped the letter in front of her, before flying back out the window. She opened it up, and read aloud.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Pavelec," Willow began, "I am Ms. Mcgonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As you are the Muggle parents of a first-year student, we have been obliged to inform you of the wizarding world that exists beneath the nose of Muggle civilization. Your daughter, Ms. Willow Pavelec, has been slated as a wizard and may begin her seven years at Hogwarts when the new school year begins, having come of the appropriate age of 11 years old.

I assure you that despite an inability to transport her yourselves, our school is safe beyond compare, and no harm will befall her. Come to Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross station in London with all of the school supplies listed in the other letter, as well as the ticket.

The term begins on September 1. You are expected to reply to this message confirming your daughter's presence on July 1, so that she may be counted on our list of students for the year.

We hope to see your daughter among us in the years to come. Please send an owl with your letter should you require more information."

"Well, um, I suppose you can go if you-" her mother began.

"Thanks!" Willow interrupted, "Breakfast is ready."

Octavio sat at the table on March 5, his birthday, reading through his book. His eyes were black, evidence of a sleepless night.

"So, Octavio, I found a letter for you," his mom said, passing a letter across the table. "I have a good feeling this will be your best present ever."

"Thanks, mom," Octavio said with a yawn, opening up the letter. He read through it, and looked up at his parnts with curiousity.

"You're going, don't worry. You're a wizard. A half-blood, specifically," he mother said, beamign at him. She pulled a wand from his pocket. "Surely you must've wondered where I got you that children's book with the moving pictures?"

"The one by the bard? Yeah, I wondered about that, but I thought technology was behind it..." Octavio said.

"Oh, no, technology can't do that. So, I'll be taking you in 2 weeks to get your supplies. I'm sure you'll love getting a wand, and I might be able to help you learn a few things before school starts," his mom said.

"What about dad? Does he know magic?" Octavio asked. His father shook his head.

"Actually, I'm a Muggle. That's why you're called a half-blood: half-Muggle, half-witch," his dad said, "I have no magical talent whatsoever. I can't even see the place you go to for your supplies."

"Oh, ok. Well, I'm gonna go upstairs and read up. Bye," Octavio said, waving and taking his book to the library upstairs.