Of Peppermint Toads and Sugar Quills

𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕤

  【— ✩☛ you should listen to this while you read !☚✩— 】

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         The Sun greeted me before I could greet it. The smell of fresh baked Pumpkin Pasties and Butterbeer wafts through the air. It was a pleasure to wake up to such great subtleties, and I took grasp of them every time I could. Banging pots and the clinking of someone rummaging around glass jars. Mum was making me a special breakfast. Today was my big day, after all. 

    Today was the day I would go to Hogwarts. I remembered everything about that day.

        I was playing with our mouse, Silias, and my parents working in the back room. An owl screech; a scuffle of wings. It was barely loud enough to hear; we lived in Hogsmeade, the comfortable noise of people was home to us. Silias perked his milky head around, looking out the window. Cautiously perched on my windowsill was the biggest owl I had ever seen. Its huge brown head was tucked under its wings, and when it peeked its head out, I could see the glimmer of parchment.  

  "Come here, sweet one" I mumbled and made kissing noises, like Mum had taught me. The bird unfolded its tawny wings and revealed a beige letter tied loosely to its neck. I gasped and carefully untied it; the owl made a display of itself before fluttering off into the rising sun. 

    I carefully turned the letter over. I didn't want to make a fuss over something that could be a silly parcel from the minister or from Zonko's. But it was there, in the flesh, and I tried not to scream in excitement. The big 'H' stamped in red wax; and underneath 'Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus'. I had read enough mythology to know that it meant something along the lines of "never tickle a sleeping" something. 

  Creak.

    I mentally cursed the creaky floorboards. Our next-door neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Zillawisp were as old as water itself and slept just as light as it. Luckily, 11 years of life were enough to know which boards were creaky and which weren't. I knocked on Mum and Dad's door sharply. I didn't care if I woke them up; and I don't think they would care either once they saw what I was holding. I heard some fumbling around and finally the door opened. 

  There stood my mum, in all her tired-glory. She was an old, but pleasant looking woman. Her gray hair tied up in a loose knot, where streaks of auburn stuck around from her quickly fading youth. A sweepy silver nightgown covered her gently and the sleep was starting to leave her eyes. Her brown eyes were nothing special, but if you got in trouble, they could turn you into ash faster than a fire. 

 "Good morning my little Chocolate Frog! Mum's just gonna make herself some coffee okay? what's wrong?" she cupped my cheek, looking at my fondly. "I got this!" I tried not to squeal in delight. 

She took the letter from my hands. "Aww, thank you hun! Must be from Lena, I invited her over for tea and-" She had turned over the parcel and a flash of recognition went over her eyes. "Is this.. for you?" I nodded. "And you're not pulling my leg?" I shook my head, and broke into a grin.