The Forbidden Library: A Tale of Magic and Mystery

Embracing the Unimaginable

 Rachel's POV:

I woke up that morning, like any other day, to the sound of my alarm clock ringing at eight. I got out of bed, still feeling groggy, and rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. I stumbled into the bathroom and took a quick shower, then brushed my teeth and splashed some cold water on my face to wake myself up.

As I went downstairs to the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled my nostrils, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. My mom was already there, preparing breakfast for the family, while my dad sat at the table, reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, honey," my mom said, as she turned around to greet me. "Are you excited for your first day of summer camp?"

I shrugged, still not fully awake. "Not really. I'm not really into sports or anything like that. I'd rather be reading or doing something creative."

My mom smiled understandingly. "Well, maybe you'll meet some other kids there who share your interests. You never know, sweetie."

We finished breakfast in silence, my mind wandering to thoughts of books and art projects. I was lost in my own thoughts when the doorbell rang, interrupting my daydreams.

I heard my parents go to the door and greet someone, but I didn't pay much attention. I was too focused on my own thoughts, wondering what kind of fun projects I could work on during the summer break.

Then, I heard a woman's voice, clear and confident, interrupting my thoughts.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I'm Dorothy Bartley, a math professor at Le Rosey School for witches and wizards. I'm here to inform you that your daughter, Ms. Rachel Hermione Granger, has been selected to attend our school."

I froze, my mind racing. Did she say "witches and wizards"? Was she talking about the kind of magic I had always read about in books? The kind that wasn't supposed to exist in real life?

My parents looked at each other in surprise, then turned to me with questioning looks on their faces.

"Is this some kind of joke?" my dad asked, his tone skeptical.

But the woman, Professor Bartley, seemed unfazed. "Not at all, sir. I assure you, Le Rosey School is a very real and very prestigious institution for young witches and wizards. And your daughter, Rachel, has been selected based on her exceptional talent and potential."

I felt my heart pounding in my chest. This couldn't be happening. It was like something out of a dream.

But the professor seemed to sense my apprehension, and she smiled kindly at me. "Don't worry, Rachel. I know this might be a lot to take in all at once. But you'll have plenty of time to ask questions and learn more about our school. For now, just know that we would be honored to have you as a student."

I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this really happening? Was I really a witch?

My parents looked at each other, then turned to me. "Well, honey, what do you think?" my mom asked.

I hesitated, still processing everything. "I don't know... it's a lot to take in. But... I think I want to learn more."

My parents nodded, seeming to understand. "Okay, Rachel. We'll hear what the professor has to say, and we'll all talk about it together."

The professor went on to explain more about Le Rosey School, and my parents asked a lot of questions. I listened carefully, my mind reeling with excitement and wonder. Was it really possible that magic existed? As the professor continued to explain the details of my acceptance to Le Rosey School for witches and wizards, my parents sat there with skeptical looks on their faces. I couldn't blame them. I mean, who wouldn't be skeptical about a school for witches and wizards? It all seemed too good to be true, even for me, a girl who had always dreamed of attending Hogwarts.

My parents began to ask questions about the school, trying to gather as much information as possible. The professor patiently answered each question, I couldn't wait to learn more about Le Rosey School for witches and wizards. Professor Dorothy  stayed with us for a while and explained everything we needed to know.

She told us that there were eight years of schooling at Le Rosey, and that in the first and second years, we would study Arithmetic, History, Care of Magical Creatures and Plants, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Enchantments, and Flying Lessons. As we progressed to the third year and beyond, we would take on more advanced topics, such as Charms and Transfiguration.

I was thrilled to hear about all the different subjects we would be studying, and I couldn't wait to start learning magic. I had always loved reading about the wizarding world, but now I was going to be a part of it.

Professor Dorothy also explained about the different blood statuses in the wizarding world. She told us that Pure-Arcana were people whose parents were both witches and wizards, while Half-Arcana had one magical parent and one non-magical parent. Finally, there were Arcanix, who were born into non-magical families but still possessed magical abilities.

I was surprised to learn that there was such a thing as blood status in the wizarding world. I had never thought about it before, but it made sense. I wondered what my own blood status was.

My parents had many questions for Professor Dorothy, and she answered them all patiently. They wanted to know if we would have a school uniform, if we could come back home for holidays, and if we could stay at the school during breaks.

Professor Dorothy assured us that we would have a school uniform and that we could choose to come back home for holidays or stay at the school. She also explained that there was a secret platform in Porto São Bento station: Platform 15/30. This was the platform we needed to use to get to the school.

As Professor Dorothy spoke, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by everything I was learning. I was excited, nervous, and a little scared all at once. But most of all, I was determined to make the most of this incredible opportunity.

When she finally left, my parents and I talked for a long time about what we had learned. They were still a little skeptical about the whole thing, but I could tell that they were starting to believe.