Quills and Ink

Chapter 1: 1991

Miranda had always been a mischief-maker ever since she had her first trip to Diagon alley and visited Zonkos joke shop. She always played pranks on her mum and the house elves, who always ended up apologising to her for fooling for it. By the time she was 10, she had every product in all joke shops across Britain, even some muggle ones.

Her mother, Minerva McGonagall, worked in the finest wizarding school there was and even though she always objected to Maranda's... Hobby, she did buy anything she wanted, joke related products or not, and was very impressed by her daughter's transfiguration skills, of course, she did have the best teacher.

As well as all that, she was quite a fine beater and was swift as anything on her broom. She always thought that she was good at beating as 'she just excelled in everything she did' however it was probably just because she had a lot of pent up anger in her which was her drive for competition too.

All her life Marander had wanted to be a professional Quidditch player and if not that then an Auror for the Ministry Of Magic, but, unfortunately, like everything else, she had to get good scores on her O.W.L and her N.E.W.T exams. Which meant she had to go to a school, which meant she had to go to a good school so she could learn well, so why not at least choose the best wizarding school in Britain. And that would mean Hogwarts which was why, ever since she turned 11, she had been waiting for her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts.

"Can't you just tell me?" She dragged out the last 'e' as she begged her mother to give in but she was firm.

"No M, just because you are my daughter does not mean you can find out if you are excepted into Hogwarts before everyone else!" The stern lady said to her daughter. She was standing tall over her daughter, hands behind her back in the light of the morning sun.

"Oh, why not?"

"Because that's the rules."

"You're a teacher the rules don't apply to you!" Marander exclaimed

At this Minerva just looked at her daughter and shook her head slightly

Getting the hint, Marander went back upstairs and hoped that she would start to hear some hooting of owls soon.

Two more days went by until Marander's letter arrived down her chimney with a red wax seal on it and her mother's neat writing on the front. She was so excited and did a full lap around the living room before sitting down abruptly and cracking the seal, it read:

𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑀. 𝑀𝑐𝐺𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑙
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚
𝑁𝑜. 2 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑡 𝑅𝑜𝑎𝑑
𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑒
𝑆𝐶𝑂𝑇𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐷

𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑀𝑐𝐺𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑙,

𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑟𝑦.

𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑.