Not going to lie, the day I got my Hogwarts letter I almost threw it in the bin. The day was hectic already, with my older brother getting ready to go off to college. My parents told me to just ignore it, saying it was a whole load of nonsense. I completely forgot about it until Jen, my aunt, saw it on the table and decided to take me out to drop by and at least see, no harm done, and it would get me out of the busy house. Surprised was an understatement when we saw the Leaky Cauldron and walked inside. And Diagon Alley, don't get me started on Diagon Alley, when I saw it I wanted to cry. Magic actually being real? I was so sure I was dreaming! It was so much to take in. The thing that cemented it was Ollivander's, the second I found my wand the only thing I could think was, "This is it, this is what I want to do". The feeling of elation, of finally feeling like a missing piece was fitting in, I want to be able to do that for others. Then the day for Hogwarts arrived. I had talked to Ollivander briefly and had asked about his house, I was so sure I could follow in his footsteps. And then it happened. "Slytherin". Adjusting has been decent enough. Though, while you can't immediately see it, I feel like the first thing people do when they see my house colors is think, "Better be careful with this one". Though, I can see why the hat put me in here. The second I make up my mind nothing can stop me from making my goal reality. I'm finding Hogwarts to be absolutely incredible, and want to learn anything and everything I can. God, I hope this isn't a dream.