August 5th. I have just received the famed Hogwarts letter, and I'm pissed. I never asked for this and was never expecting it, sure I have a wizard father but seriously do I have to go. I then heard a call from downstairs, I looked at the time and ran down the stairs for breakfast. I sat at the table, which was awkwardly surrounded by a load of muggle furniture and pathetic decorations such as a dying spider plant. Anyways I started digging in to my Weetabix
and after 3 minutes I had devoured 3 'blocks'. I went back upstairs grabbed my phone and started explaining to Dad, who happened to work in The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, and started explaining to him what had happened when I remembered... He doesn't exactly know how to use a phone- yet, so I put the phone down and just lay myself down on my bed and closed my eyes and started dreaming, although I'd rather not say what I was dreaming about, because well Urm... never mind.

p.s. sorry if the chapter was quite small, I'm thinking of making them all
about this short but with lots of chapters instead. I'm also trying to release new chapters
asap so I would respect it if you were slightly patient but I will try to keep adding chapters daily.