My family doesn't know where I go to school. They believe that I'm going to some fancy boarding school. They don't know what I am. They reject magic, everything to do with it. So when the owl came with my acceptance letter, I hoped the letter was bewitched so it showed some random school. I had to ask my neighbor to take me shopping for supplies. She knew I was special from the moment we moved in. She graduated from Hogwarts and told me everything that happened there while she was there. Her name is Trina. She told me all about how there were tournaments and festivals and grand ceremonies. Trina took me to Diagon Alley, and it was wonderful.
I am now 16 and one my 6th year. I love it here. I wish to become an Auror when I graduate.