There’s no point in dragging this on for long, I’m very Muggle-born, an average geek girl. When my parents bought me the Harry Potter book, I didn’t think it would be a part of my life, so I got to know it a lot. I knew that when my letter arrived, they would be assigned to the Ravenclaw or the Hugrabug. I was kind to everyone, I was smart, these two things defined my life. I didn’t have a brother, but I shared it with others. I had a mistake. What was mine, I didn’t give it to anyone else, I didn’t let it ruin it. I didn’t think it would define my life. Harry Potter and Hogwarts, for me, was just a dream, I didn’t think it existed. My parents thought I was crazy about dreaming about this until my letter arrived. It was winter, I was 13, there was no chance for me to receive my letter. It contained:

dear Zsina,
We inform you that you have been admitted to the Hogwarts Wizarding and Witch Training Vocational School. Items to be procured will be sent in a separate attachment. We are sorry that the owl arrived so late, we just had to hire a lot of students and you just got here.

Thank you, McGallagony prof.