17/08/2023

Acceptance Letter

The doorbell played the eerie ring that my dad had programmed it to; every time it rang, I would sit still with my eyes WIDE OPEN. The doorbell didn't ring unless someone complained; complained about how they saw weird stuff through the curtains, complained how yuck it probably looked from the inside (our house is usually covered with curtains when we do our magic practice), complained about how they think we're starting a cult since we're making up languages to dictate and overthrow THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE! Even if it wasn't a language and was in fact spells- duh. But you could never blame the people of our neighbourhood for being like that, they were only no-majs.- I know what happened. You're brain did a little light bulb, didn't it? When I say no-maj- SEE? IT HAPPENED! I know probably 90% to 95% of this audience is British or outside of the American background/ethnicity, (I don't really know the meaning of ethnicity?) even all the teachers I've met so far say Muggle instead of no-maj- STOP DOING THAT! Bro, it doesn't matter if I say no-maj but I SWEAR there is a reader out there yelling at this book.                   We're all thinking it.

As the creepy doorbell song finished, I leaped out of my chair where I was doing my magic homework (my parents help me organise magic homework for me), only to slip on the funky, rainbow, COOL- thick, very thick- woollen carpets we had all over the house. Whenever I get hurt, my mom always tells me, 'TOUGHEN UP, BUTTERCUP! Witches are STROOOOONG!' and then she does a weird action involving kneeling to the ground while flexxing her non-existent muscles. All I did of that point of falling over was just lay on the ground, nothing the neighbours haven't seen yet.- But that's when... I started to wonder... WHAT IF IT WAS A MURDERER AT THE DOOR? EVERYONE HATES ME IN THIS NEIGHBOURHOOD! WAIT- OR A CAPTAIN OF THE CIRCUS! COMING OVER TO RECRUIT ME AS ONE OF THE FREAKS IN THE UNBREAKABLE CAGES! WORSE... A NO-MAJ FRIEND... Okay, okay- BEFORE YOU GET ANGRY- all the friends I've been friends with have been no-majs, the friendships last from about two weeks to four; AND THE ENEMY STATUS LASTS FIVE YEARS. No-majs think I'm weird, the way my mom always grabs fresh herbs from her garden- right before reading her rubric about their origin name, habitat and uses. The way my dad randomly says at times, 'Can ya brew me up something special, hon?' and then he does a weird eyebrow thing... although, I'm not entirely sure that's magic related... but he does send my friends out the door just trying to be normal.- WAIT A MINUTE- THEY COULD BE COMING TO KILL MY PARENTS- for not being normal, obviously. And at that point, I flopped my body over so that my back was on the ground then did wide eyes again and then stuck my tongue out- oh, well, kids, I guess that's one way to pretend you're dead :D !

Oh- look at that two seconds passed!-

My dad answered the door- um... to no one? I didn't see anyone there for a second and it looked like he didn't either, until I saw his head following the body of something little walking inside- OMG- IT'S AN OWL! BIRDS IN THE HOUSE ARE BAD LUCK- BUT MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER IS GOOD LUCK!- GWENDOLYN, stay calm!- I mean dead. I was more still than the time I was about to pour a WRONG INGREDIENT into the cauldron; my mom had told me to freeze... so that's what I did. Normal kids would've pulled away the ingredient- NOT ME :D

The stubby owl waddled in, my dad's eyes still following it. It turned both heads, then waddled TOWARDS ME! Hopefully the letter wasn't a notice saying I'm going to be sent to Azkaban. Right?... Wait, what if the owl wanted to get into Hogwarts to achieve the title of 'First Bird Ever Enrolled at Hogwarts!'? OH, SHOOT! I STOLE HIS SPOT DIDN'T I?!- HE'S GONNA PECK MY EYES OUT!- To my surprise he dropped the letter, backed up a bit and then slowly waddled closer and gave me a few pokes on my shoulder from his beak. He saw my eyes slowly move into the direction he was standing (I was holding my stare and eyes in the same position for so long), he jumped back and fluttered away to the entrance of the door. I screamed out,

"THANK YOUUUU!" I thought he was gonna be out the door by the time I had taken a big breath- it was actually too loud for his little bird ears.- Poor guy got knocked into the door frame he was so startled :( ...I didn't mean to :( ... I tore open the open the letter- FASTER THAN A BOLT OF LIGHTNING! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" IT WAS MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER! MY MOM AND DAD HAD RACED OVER AND HUGGED SO HARD MY FEET LEFT THE GROUND!

The next day was very blurry... I think I remember packing- but it went black. I don't think I drank enough water...- Please tell me I'm normal- Normal people forget to drink water when they pack for Hogwarts... RIGHT?