14 Oct 2018, 19:10
Dear Mum...
The weather was absolutely fantastic. The autumn sun shone, warm gusts of wind rastled the gold and red-colored leaves, and people were outside happily enjoying the last warm days.
Still, there was winter in the mind of Reagan Callaghan. She sat feet streched towards the enormous azure-colored Hogwarts lake and wished she could be anywhere else at the moment.
A nicely wrinkled, half-finished letter rested on her lap with black ink smeared all over it, as if the owner would want to erase a mistake.
-Dear Mum. I'm sorry.-was the first and only sentence.
The Callaghan family went to Hogwarts too. And they were very proud of it. At christmas and birthday parties, her parents would brag about them being two ravenclaws. They mentioned this to anyone and everyone. For centuries, the Callaghan family members would learn at Hogwarts and all be sorted into the same House: ravenclaw. And of course, all of them being brilliant at attacking spells and history.
And then there was her. A living disgrace to the family: being given a wand that's perfect for defense spells, not attacking ones, being sorted into the least favorable house: slytherin, and dreaming of becoming a potions master and a chaser. She crinkled the letter in her hands and threw it two steps away from her.
Reagan pulled her feet up to her chest and hid her face behind her knees. She may be a dissapointment to her parents, but she'll fulfill her destiny. With Slytherin.
Still, there was winter in the mind of Reagan Callaghan. She sat feet streched towards the enormous azure-colored Hogwarts lake and wished she could be anywhere else at the moment.
A nicely wrinkled, half-finished letter rested on her lap with black ink smeared all over it, as if the owner would want to erase a mistake.
-Dear Mum. I'm sorry.-was the first and only sentence.
The Callaghan family went to Hogwarts too. And they were very proud of it. At christmas and birthday parties, her parents would brag about them being two ravenclaws. They mentioned this to anyone and everyone. For centuries, the Callaghan family members would learn at Hogwarts and all be sorted into the same House: ravenclaw. And of course, all of them being brilliant at attacking spells and history.
And then there was her. A living disgrace to the family: being given a wand that's perfect for defense spells, not attacking ones, being sorted into the least favorable house: slytherin, and dreaming of becoming a potions master and a chaser. She crinkled the letter in her hands and threw it two steps away from her.
Reagan pulled her feet up to her chest and hid her face behind her knees. She may be a dissapointment to her parents, but she'll fulfill her destiny. With Slytherin.
R. E. Callaghan