Hogwarts Letter Day solo finished

30.11.2021, Glenys' 11^th birthday
Urquhart Home, Edinburgh Suburbs

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The day Glenys' Hogwarts letter arrived was an amazing day just due to that. Of course, they'd known her letter would arrive, seeing how she had turned her dad's hair green once and such. Still, to have the actual letter would make it real. It would mean that she had proof that she could hold in her hands. Not that she had any doubt, but there still was a difference between knowing and knowing and a difference between having proof and having proof. She was only saddened that she would not be able to show it to her friends.

The day itself began like any other day. It was a school day, after all. In many families, on birthdays people would wake early to celebrate a little before breakfast but not in Glenys'. Of course, her dads would be the first to congratulate her but there would be no cake or presents until the early evening. Not because her dads did not care, but because they did not want to do things in a rush. (Before Greg had found his part time job as IT support, there'd been a time he'd still had a part time job in a fast food joint, and depending on his shifts chances would've been he'd be sleeping or already at work. Afternoons and evenings had worked out better. And despite him not having that job any more for years, the birthday habit had stuck around.)

Glen did bring cookies they'd baked the day before with her to school to share with her friends (and the rest of her classmates if they wanted any, she wasn't petty. But mainly for her friends.) But aside from cookies and the ever present Happy Birthday, even school was mostly the same as always.

Her friends, however, noticed that she was more wired than usual on her birthday and Glenys had had no idea what to tell them. She hadn't noticed herself acting particularly different on this birthday – aside from, you know, it being her birthday – but once her friends pointed it out it was obvious to her why that would be the case if indeed it was the case. This was her only eleventh birthday, after all. The only birthday she was expecting a certain letter on.

It had probably already arrived, but she hadn't checked before leaving for school. She'd been sorely tempted to but … you got that letter on your eleventh birthday and so she would open that letter when she celebrated her birthday with her dads. And that meant after school. In a way, she regretted not checking first but if she was honest it was probably for the best. If she had she'd be bouncing off the metaphorical walls even more than she apparently already was. (As it was she was looking forward to this evening even more than to her upcoming birthday party on the weekend.)

Somehow, she made it through the school day without spilling the beans to her friends. Luckily they'd dropped the issue when she'd been surprised by their observation.

Once she returned home after school, she made an effort to deal with her homework. It didn't go too well, distracted as she was, but she did manage to put a bit of a dent in it. Just enough that she could then ignore it for the rest of the day without feeling any guilt over it whatsoever.

As soon as her papa was done with his part-time job and able to leave his office, he came to envelop her in a bear hug. Dad's hugs were amazing, but papa's were no less cozy. “Happy Birthday, sweetie.”, he told her a second time, which was the signal for dad to call them to the dining room where he had set the table earlier and was now in the process of lighting the candles on her birthday cake.

Glen let out a small squeal when she saw her cake – it was always a secret from the birthday person and they weren't allowed in either the kitchen or the dining room after breakfast on the day before they celebrated together. It was a lemon-banana cake with gummy bears on top and the dough as well as the icing were all the colours of the rainbow. Normally the cake was made without food colouring or gummy bears, but it was her birthday so her dads had made it as colourful as they could. It looked so great, Glenys almost didn't want to eat it. Almost. But it was cake. And cake was made to be eaten. So she did blow out the candles and (with dad's help) cut the cake. It was delicious.

After the cake and before opening presents, her dad handed her an envelope. Her Hogwarts letter. Finally. She had to stop herself from simply ripping it open in her enthusiasm, but she wanted to be able to keep the whole thing so she paced herself and opened it carefully.

It was even more exciting than she'd expected and she basically vibrated in her seat as she read her letter. And read it again a second time. And a third time. A wide grin split her face. “I'm going to Hogwarts!!”, she couldn't help but squeal. It was happening. It was really happening. She had her letter. This was the best day ever. Well, okay, it would be the best day until she actually went to Hogwarts, but still. Best. Day. Ever.

Her dads just chuckled at her enthusiasm and then her papa picked her up and spun her around. “Yes, you are. Yes, you are. You'll make an amazing witch, Glen.” As soon as papa set her back down, she was swept up in a hug by her dad. “Way to go!”

Handing the letter to her dad once he released her from the hug, she read through the book and supply list, before handing that to her dad as well when he handed her letter over to her papa. While her dads were looking through the letter, Glenys hopped back off her chair and did a happy dance around the room. This was gonna be great!

Glen was still so fixated on her letter that she barely paid attention to her presents. (New water colour supplies and the promise of a pet to take with her to Hogwarts if she wanted to, since Merlot was going to stay at home.)

The rest of the day – aside from supper – they spent playing board games. When it was time for bed, Glenys laid awake for a long time which was uncommon for her, still far too excited to fall asleep.