Waiting For My Hogwarts Letter Novels & Stories

Months Later. There's a knock on the door, and I go to get it. It's the post man. My heart races as I collect the letters in his hand. Most of them bills, but there is one I've been waiting for. I applied for college, and since I have been waiting to hear if I got in or not. I file through them and see the one I'm looking for; from the University of Cambridge. Impatiently, I tear the envelope open, and read the content of the letter. I've been given admission into the school to study philosophy. I squeal in joy, jumping up and down. I want to rush up and tell Barry, then I remember he's at work. I can't wait for him to return so I can tell him the good news. I rush upstairs and grab my phone

Muttering my displeasure at his happiness. "She'll accept you. The wait will make it that much better when she does, don't you think?" A sense of relief washed over me. He's right. Being able to mark her after she finally accepts me will feel amazing. The wait will have been worth it. "See? You already look better." snapping out of my thoughts at the sound of his voice. "What were you needing?" Turning my attention towards him, so he would hurry and leave. "We have to hold off on the challenge. Ginny got word from her brother. He's on his way."

She haven't heard a good news for almost a year. "So what's the good...News?" she asked stressing the word "good" for more emphasis. "Ta ra!" He shouted suddenly and brought out an envelop he'd been hiding while folding his arms. Her small eyes grew wider. "What is that?" she asked him, confused. "Your letter of scholarship admission into Baliol college England, to further your education in communication studies and multimedia." he told her very excited. She took the letter from him. Her eyes wide and her mouth widely opened from what she knew was shock. She wasn't expecting it at all. There were thousands of students at the examination hall that day and God chooses her amongst others.

“Honey, we got a letter.” Mom said, clutching a red envelope in her fist for dear life. I set my bowl of oatmeal down. “Who from?” “From a school, they’re requesting your presence.” “What kind of school does that? I don’t remember writing to any schools, plus university applications are months away.” “Yes… I know.” “Something’s fishy, Mom. Throw it away.” “I can’t.” Her voice cracked. “This is their fourth letter. We have to… consider.”

I'm not going to let it go now. I dig a trench around the wand until I'm able to wrench it out from the broken wing. I grasp it in my hand and bring it to my chest. I have my wand. Now I can get Ben and Kiarr out of their prism. The first-period bell shrills overhead. Shit! I'm late for my meeting with Headmistress Decan. I am so screwed. * * *

My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the seal, and a rush of mixed emotions flooded through me. "It's from the Ethereal Palace," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Grandma Jo nodded, her expression unreadable. "It seems important, dear. Perhaps you should read it." "Why are they sending letters already?" Lucas asked. "And how?" With trembling hands, I broke the seal and unfolded the parchment within. Elegant handwriting greeted my eyes, each word etched with purpose. My heart raced as I absorbed the contents of the letter. Liam was coming tomorrow to take me for training.

I reach over and grab Dad's hand. "Never," I answer, just as quietly. "Not until the very end. Not until they make us." . . . . . It's a week before I get the letter. At my apartment, not the Center, same as the last one. I find it among my other mail when I get home, and I read it as I sip the tea I've been using to help me sleep. Dearest Ms. Frazer,

That’s bullshit because not once has he blinked when the rest are leaving. “How do I get the letter?” “I don’t know, you can ask around and maybe you will get the help you need.” I hate my life. “I need to go out, if I don’t, I might die in here of hunger. Do you understand?” I beg him, feeling at the brink of tears. “I can’t help you if you don’t have the letter,” he looks at me like he can’t see how desperate I am. Just then, a black car, sporty and hard to miss with how sexy it looks rolls in at the school gates. The guard salutes the driver and I look inside the rolled-down window.

No, over my dead body would I go back. The room began to spin, shadows creeping up around me, binding me like chains. I could barely breathe the edges of reality softening, pulling me deeper into whatever dark magic held sway over the letter. A loud knock on my door shattered the haze, and I gasped, dropping the letter like it had scalded me. “Jade,” my father’s voice called from the hallway, “everyone is waiting for you. It’s almost time. What’s taking so long?” I drew a shaky breath, pushing my hair back, trying to steady myself. The haze from the letter lifted, but its poison still lingered, pulsing under my skin.

I stood at the doorway and watched as Hannah went through some of the mail letters. There was one, with my name on it, and rather than call me to get it, she kept it in her purse. I suddenly remembered this situation. I had waited for that letter for weeks. It was for the science academy I wanted to go to. My adopted parents refused to give me the money to attend, so I had to apply for the scholarship they were giving. I had hoped to get it. Because it would have given me the chance to leave the house for the summer. I was only 15, and nothing would have made me happier.