Of Witches and Wizards: book one

Of Letters and Wizards- Karl

Karl remembers the day he got his letter vividly.

He remembers the time accidental magic happened too. He was so upset with his mother that he turned the nice navy blue blazer she was wearing into the brightest pink Karl thought he's ever seen.

He didn't know how it happened, but he knows the blazer eventually returned to its authentic color.

What Karl recalls the most though, is his eleventh birthday.

By that point, both he and his mother had never bought up the blazer incident, or any altercations after that. The silent agreement even stretched to not telling his younger brother, Ranboo, who lived blissfully unaware of the occurrences going on.

Until his eleventh birthday.

That was the shift in their bubble of secrecy between Karl and his mother.

It started like any normal birthday. Cake and presents, his family and friends surrounding him, everything was normal up until when everyone left and he and his mother had started to clean up when Karl had seen a strange letter sticking out from the pile of cards he received.

The letter looked too fancy to be sitting in an eleven years old stack of gifts. The paper of it looked old and worn, and a strange symbol printed into the wax melt that was holding the letter inside secured.

But his name was notably plastered on the front of it, the loopy cursive of it stared back at him as he turned back to his mother, watching her pick up the balloons he and Ranboo had popped earlier off the floor. He called put for her, his curiosity was piqued now and he wondered what the envelope contained.

She would deny it still to this day, but Karl swears that when she turned around, her face paled slightly when she peeked at the envelope in his hand.

He almost passed it to her before he caught a glimpse and saw another name scrawled on the other side of it.

Retracting his hand, he flipped the envelope over and was equally even more stunned when he saw 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry' Scribbled on the front.

His curiosity had won the best of him as he ripped the envelope open to find a list of supplies first and then an acceptance letter next.

When he first skimmed through the letter his confusion only skyrocketed.

Hogwarts? What was a Hogwarts? He had never heard of such a thing in his life, and it was located in Scotland, surely nowhere near his little town in North Carolina, and Witches and Wizards? Karl loved to believe in things like this but it seemed a little too far out to be true.

"Who's the letter from honey?" his mom was peering over his shoulder now and he handed her the letter so she could read it herself.

"Someplace called Hogwarts, A school for witches and wizards, someone probably just sent here as a prank." He mumbled as he sat down on the couch, watching for her reaction.

He was convinced someone slid it in there purposefully, probably one of his cousins to mess with him up until when his mother only sighed and shook her head, and that's what caught Karls's attention.

"I always knew one day I was gonna have to tell you this." She mumbled under her breath as she took a seat next to Karl.

"Tell me what?" He questioned "What's Hogwarts?"

He then listened to his mother spur on and on about how Karl and Ranboos Uncle who had moved to the UK a while back knew about this Wizard school because he had gone to it! and Hogwarts was an actual place for magic, and magic was real and he was a wizard, and it would explain so much about the random floating objects and, and-

He stopped and listened intently as his mother finished up her story.

He was a wizard.

An actual wizard, who could do magic, and it explained so much of the obscure things that had been happening to him recently.

"What about you? How come I have magic but you don't?"

He always wondered since that first day he found out how he somehow inherited magic, but his mother didn't.

Karl turned slightly on the couch to pull his knees up to his chest and lean comfortably against the arm of it. His mother's expression only dropped slightly as she turned to answer him.

"I'm not sure darling, I like to believe sometimes that's how the wizarding world works." She smiled slightly and Karl shifted slightly once more to lean his head against her shoulder.

"Soo.. can I go?"

"Of course, you can go, This is a grand opportunity for you that I would never hold you back from!"

He recalls his mother's excitement for him as she laughed out as she wrapped his arm around him, Karl slowly drifting off to sleep.

Now he sits on the train, waiting for Sapnap to join him. He arrived early this year, after the incident from last year, he was not willing to miss that train and face McGonagall's wrath again.

He knows that Dream will locate them later, grudgingly dragging a yawning George behind him, and he prays that Quackity didn't already land himself into a situation so they can reach the end of this year without any more problems, he would like to graduate without a bad record of trouble shadowing behind him thank you.

3rd year here they come.