When my sister received her letter to Hogwarts, I was not surprised. Saddened, yes. But not taken aback in the slightest. She had always been a dreamy person who seemed like they would be better suited for another world. I was plain. Practical. I thought that the day the students loaded the train to Hogwarts would be the day I lost my best friend.
I was wrong. I was wonderfully wrong.
I still feel like a mistake was made somewhere, that I do not belong here, but I'm glad that I can now call Hogwarts my home.