Olivia played with the toast on her plate listlessly. She was starting to get very impatient. She knew that her father had seen the list of students who were being sent letters. His refusal to acknowledge her question of whether or not she was on it had her fearing the worst. There was only so much room at Hogwarts… what would happen if she didn’t get in?

She frowned at the crusts on her plate. Maybe if she planned a secret expedition into his study she could find the list and check for herself… She was trying to figure out just how to manage that when a persistent tapping broke her train of thought.

She sighed as she pushed away from the table to let the barn owl at the window in. Letters had been coming steadily all summer for her father. Although bringing it to his study might provide her with a chance to snoop… that thought cheered her up a bit. “Alright owl, give me the letter and help yourself to the toast.”

She turned the letter over in her hands and nearly squealed out loud when she read the emerald green script proclaimed that the letter was addressed to her. She tore it open with shaking hands before streaking off towards the living room waving her Hogwarts’ letter in the air.