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The long-awaited day, maybe, by many children had arrived. There, near the gates of the Hogwarts Epress, many young wizards were saying goodbye to their parents, ready to begin a new adventure. Among these students was Grace, an 11-year-old girl with long black hair that brushed her back, wearing a black jacket over a plain black T-shirt and jeans. The young girl broke away from her parents with a smile that was a little nervous and frightened, but certainly filled with excitement. "See you soon, sweetheart", her mother said as she tried to hide an emotion between pride and sadness, “Whatever you need, you can always count on us”, she continued. Her father, on the other hand, stroked her head, "Good luck little one. We are proud of you", his voice had a warm, reassuring tone. Then, he pulled a letter out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her, "This is from your sister". Grace lowered her gaze to the letter, and for an instant all the noise around her vanished. Whatever... even if she didn't show up, at least she thought of me, she thought, trying to convince herself that this gesture was enough. But a twinge of disappointment was there, she really would have liked to see her there that day, even just for a small grimace.

The train whistled loudly, breaking the silence, with one last look, Grace turned and took her first steps onto the train, feeling her heart pounding as the Hogwarts Express began to move. She glanced one last time at the letter, in the middle of the incessant clatter of voices she walked towards the corridors of the train, looking for a compartment to sit in, read the letter and wait for the arrival at Hogwarts. The compartment doors kept opening and closing, inside there were only groups already made up or too busy laughing. She went on, avoiding all those curious glances at her figure, passed a few cabins where the noise was unbearable: they laughed loudly and the atmosphere intimidated her. Eventually she seemed to have found some peace, she stopped in front of the door and opened it carefully, hoping not to disturb, there she found two girls sitting opposite each other. The atmosphere was a bit heavy, but that wasn't going to stop her from going in. "Hi, sorry...the other stalls are either full or too noisy, if you don't mind I'll sit here", she said, trying not to seem too shy. She sat to her left anyway.

With a sigh, she pulled the letter from Catherine, her sister, out of his pocket; she needed a moment to herself away from the reigning silence. She opened the envelope and began to read those words, close but at the same time distant:

Grace,
Right now you're travelling to Hogwarts, I don't want to hear from anyone that you're lost in frivolous distractions that will get you nowhere.
School is not a game, but an opportunity, a test. If you are not able to keep it serious, you will just be a name in the crowd. And frankly, I am not going to consider myself your sister, if that is what you are able to give.
Remember that successful people don't wait for things to happen: they make them happen!
I don't care where you are sorted out, but live up to it and don't waste your time.
I don't have time for people who can't rise to a challenge.

Catherine Mitchell

After reading it, a bitter smile drew itself on her lips, they were cold words. Are we really sisters? That was the only question that crossed her mind, a disappointment that did not deserve to be processed. By now she was already used to living without his support and perhaps it was not even important anymore, that bond did not deserve an answer.
She folded the letter and placed it in her pocket, the scenery outside passed quickly as the train continued to run on the tracks. She took off her jacket and concentrated on what she would find, no letter would define her. On this new journey she would find her place, perhaps alone or perhaps not. Leaving this thread