The Vatican Library is truly a place of great knowledge and culture of long bygone eras. The Biblical stories that are painted on the curving pillars and arced ceilings is simply magnificent. Even to this day just looking at the many rows of ancient tomes fills me with wonder. Knowing that every page, every word, even the ink themselves hold some sort of story. It just makes my head spin just thinking of the many writers who devote their lives to this, each who lived a different life. What excites me more is the soul moving chant that seem to echo from the very tomes themselves. not the sounds that you hear with your ear but rather within. 

Of course such a prestigious library is not open to anybody, but rather to those who have documented their qualifications and research needs. Thankfully both of my parents are magical folk and renown scholars, even thought I was granted the privilege to walk among history written in those very pages I still feel a bit insignificant and unworthy but at the same time I feel the warmth of home inside of me. 

I was wondering aimlessly down one of the many aisles, my fingers skimming over the various bindings of the books. Each bump send a small jolt of electricity up my arm, every second of feeling the different kinds of texture seem to quicken my heart. 

"Jacques?"

I gave a small jolt when I heard familiar feminine voice coming from one of the study tables. Embarrassed at being scared of the small noise I drew my attention away from the books as I brush a lock of my wheat blond hair out of my face. Walking out of the aisle I moved towards the oaken table covered with many parchments of various diagrams and runes, some were so complex that I can not begin to even grasp it. In a wooden chair was my beloved mother who was a fair women, with blond hair that seem so flow down her back like a waterfall and green eyes that shine with wisdom.

"Yes Mother?"

It was somewhat strange since she would not bring people over when she is studying, even her own family. Whatever it may be it must be important. With a quick shuffle I went to the chair beside her and sat down. A warm smile spread across her face as she retrieve a sealed letter that was on the table. My sea blue eyes widen in shock as I recognized the seal. 

"It seems that the time has come my little bookworm, for you to head out in the magical world,"

Her words were like honey but I fail to comprehend them as I accept the letter with slightly shaking hands. I have dreamed of this moment for several months now and today I will finally follow my parents footsteps. Using the letter opener I began to drink in the words on the page as if it was cold water.

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 Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

To:Solomon, Jacques

 Cortile del Belvedere V-00120 Vatican City

Dear Mr. Solomon,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & 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.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

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My face started to ache since I was grinning from ear to ear for to long. But I did not care, with a cry of joy I wrapped my arms around my mother who hugged back in return. 

"I am glad that you are happy dear, Going to Hogwarts will be a rewarding experience as it had been for me."

Many things filled my head at that moment. Sure I was joyous at the moment but at the same time I was dreading the future for some reason. For some reason I knew it was going to be a challenge, but like Father said challenges is what drives many people. Hopefully I will do good in the magical school and make my parents proud.