We Are Pleased To Inform You That You Have A Place At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

 “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa… I’m flying… I’m flying… Yeaaaaiii… I DID IT… I DID IT…”

“Oh Merlin, she is going higher! Turn it Ms. Dail. I order you to turn it right now. Ms. Dail TURN AROUND AND LEAN FORWARD. Ms.Dail- ”

“Professor she's going to clash against that wall!”

… and WHAMMM!!! …

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-“What the HELL Dais? Why are you making such a racket?”

“I… I… I just…”

“You’re sweating like a Sun! Have you been seeing a nightmare? Oye wait! Are you laughing?”

“Yeah I am… No I mean I am hurt. I clashed so violently! The point is Sheri- Sheri Sheri… O Sheri I learnt how to fly. For the first time in my life! Just think ab- ”

“Wait! Stop. You learnt to fly! And I think I'm right to guess that’s not in a plane, or a parachute, or a helicopter; but on a broomstick.”

“Yes Sheri yes. I have learnt flying. For the first time in my life… on my BROOMSTICK! I clashed though. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Sad that it is a dream. I hope I will do just that good in school.”

“Yeah sad! Very sad! Too much sad! Disastrously sad! Sad because it is a question of your success and failure, and not of your fantasy and reality! Why did of all people I have to get such an odd sister, who thinks she's a witch or something weird like that?”

“SHERI! I DON’T ONLY THINK IT. I AM A WITCH. AND I AM GOING TO GET MY LETTER FROM HOGWARTS VERY SOON. Now go to your bed. Because I don’t like your face.”

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              Morning woke up with a big smile on Daisy Dail’s eleven years’ birth day. But Daisy did not. She had not even slept the whole night. Excitement had been creeping through her every vain, her hair had been standing most of the times. She knew that her letter from Hogwarts was ultimately coming. While fingering the white flowers of the bed-sheet, she had been wondering how they would send the letter-

“May be with an owl. Or may be through the fire place? But do they know it’s fake? Oh of course they do. They know everything. Thank Merlin that I insisted Dad to build that fake fire place. But… umm… an owl will be best. I’d just love to see old Mr. Fogg’s face to see an owl flying over his house. Ohhh! I can’t wait anymore! When will the Sun rise?”

And on the nest day, when the Sun rose and set, but no official letter from a concealed magic school of miles away reached her, Daisy fell asleep closing her two watery eye-lids. After evening, her big sister Sheri gifted her two wands and taking one herself, challenged Daisy in a duel. Till late at night they fought, but after casting a lot of jinxes and hexes, at the end, Daisy was able to disarm her sister. She was smiling. She was doing great in the Impedimenta jinx.

“Congratulations my dear sis”, cried an exhausted and relieved Sheri hugging her, “and again Happy Birth Day. I am so happy to see you smiling at last on your birth day. It’s no good crying over spilt milk actually- ”

“No! Don’t think I'm not going to get my letter. May be there is some connectivity problem. May be there’s some war going on? May be some dark wizard has emerged again! Oh how would I know sitting here what is going on in my world? I am going to wait for my letter. I just hope everyone is safe in the school.”

Sheri sighed and turned towards her bed. But Daisy called her from behind,

“And you said the phrase wrong Sheri. It’s not ‘crying over spilt milk’; it’s ‘crying over spilt POTION’. Good night.”

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-“Mom, are you sure it’ll be all right? I literally have doubts”, said the little girl with frowned eye-brows.

“I’m telling you for the millionth time now- it WILL be okay. I’ve fought with your aunty on my very 11^th birth day. Though she only did it to please me.”

“Yeah of course; she's muggle. How can she feel our world? I sometimes think of you two as Lily and Petunia Evans and it gives me such a good laugh!”

“Stop laughing you know!”, snapped the mother with pretended fury, “Sheri is nothing like Petunia. She brought me my wand, mind you. And when I fell from my broomstick while practicing, she was the one to nurse me. Mom and dad were so angry! You're lucky that your mother is also a witch."

"That I know very well. I just wish you buy me a broomstick soon."

"What's the hurry? You can not actually learn to fly without anyone teaching you!"

"Yes, you told me how hard you tried to learn flying. But I know you'll buy me one. I'll get a Firebolt for sure and after my first yea-"

"And coming back to that topic, I think, because the muggles have advanced so much with network stuffs, the dictation of magic wave is being hindered sometimes. That was how they were unable to know I am a witch. And that is why I want you to practice some strong magic, so that they can know…”

“I understand mom. It’s just that I know there’s law against using magic intentionally in a muggle habitat. But yeah- it’s more important to let them know that here a witch has come of school age. And what’s life without a few duels, huh?”

The last sentence she mouthed while drawing a new wand from her back. It was a birth day present from her mother. Suddenly the little girl noticed her father passing across the hall, just outside the room. She called him,

“Dad, don’t you forget to remove the chair from in front of the fireplace. What if my Hogwarts letter slip behind the chair and I miss it?”

Her father with his mouth agape, stared at her daughter and her wife, both of whom were holding wooden wands- one was new and the othe one old, and sighed muttering,

“I can’t believe I love these two lunatics!”