It was a hot, summer day, in the middle of July. I got the mail, even though that's my brother's "chore"(my brother was still asleep). There was a letter that said:
Miss C. Burmingham
The Smallest Bed
(can't tell you this part)
Liverpoole
I opened it, and there, written in green ink, on heavy paper, was my letter. I let out a yelp that made Pap run into the room. "Pap! I got in! I got in! I'm going to Hogwarts!" For the first time, I was gonna go to London.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Hello, I'm Corinne
Hello, I'm Corinne. I lived in Liverpoole for 10 years. Then on my 11 birthday my parents confronted me. My mum said "Sweetie. Have you noticed strange things happening to you?" Of course, I was taken off guard. Before I could really decide whether I should say something I said "Yes. Why?" My parents exchanged worried looks. "We have something to tell you. W-you, are a witch. Like in the Harry Potter books. Those things actually happened. In fact, your great-great-great-grandfather was in the Battle at Hogwarts. His name was Aberforth Dumbledore." My eyes opened more each word they said. How could this be possible? How? Was I REALLY related to Aberforth Dumbledore? I felt like I was about to faint. I will tell you the rest of the story another time, because this post is too long.
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