DREW

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by witchplzzz

by witchplzzz

His name was Drew. Drewy Potter.

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He grew up somewhere random, somewhere cloudy, somewhere in suburban America where you can walk to a Little Caesar's in mere minutes and instantly have your pizza cravings satisfied. A place you would never suspect magic to be dwelling in a teenage boy, waiting to surface.

But one day, 18 year old Drew Monson, fresh out of high school, was sitting in his bedroom, his bedroom that he loved so much, playing his piano...When he heard a noise.

CLASSSSSHH

He pulled his headphones off and turned his back slightly towards the door. Had Rodeo Jones managed to crawl from his cage and disrupt something in the house? His brown eyes darted towards the tank where his companion usually swam. RJ was fine, pitter-pattering his little green fins away.

Drew decided to investigate. He stood up and explored the corridors of his small suburban home and didn't find anything unusual or out of place, besides a pair of tweezers with an entangled clump of hair stuck to its metal ends.

Drew decided to return to his little cave of a room when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

A letter. A crisp vanilla letter sitting on the floor beneath the front door's mail slot. He strode towards the mysterious mail and turned over it's edge.

DREW MONSON

His name was printed in elegant old styled calligraphy. He also noticed a maroon melted seal on the back with a symbol he didn't recognize.

"What in the...?" he muttered to himself. Curiosity got the best of him and he decided to open it.

The lightning shaped scar on his right toe burned as his fingers opened the letter. He hated that scar. He thought maybe that was the reason he was losing subscribers. Maybe he should make a video about the toe and title it "MY UGLY SCAR". He entertained the idea, and made a mental note.

The letter was now open and in his palms. Once his deep brown eyes began to read the letter, his mouth fell open and a pool of drool formed in the corners.

Dear Drew Monson,

Congratulations, you have been selected to participate in a random survey for Verizon Wireless. Are you happy with your wireless connection? Please tell us while you visit the link below! ....

"Ah, junk mail," he threw it over his shoulder and into the trashcan and walked back to his room.

What he didn't notice was how the letters began to rearrange themselves... an arrangement of words that Drew would never get a chance to read.

Dear Mr. Monson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of WitchCraft and Wizardry.

You're a freaking wizard.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress

PS. If the scar on your right toe ever begins to burn, inform us. It should remain cold your entire life, a sign of heat indicates "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" is nearby, he will bring great destruction upon you.

Drew sat back on his computer and was scrolling through photos of snails wearing berets when a noise went off, the doorbell.

What now? He thought, getting up to answer the door.

As he walked to the front door to greet the guest, his toe continued to bother him.

Why isn't my toe cold? He thought to himself

Ignoring his toe problems, Drew opened the door to meet the guest. Shane Dawson, one of Drew's favorite YouTubers, stood in his doorway wearing a tight black V-neck and slicked back hair.

Drew didn't know what to say, he was too starstruck. His mouth hung open like it had the first time he walked into a Denny's.

"Hello Drew," Shane smiled, "I'm gonna make you famous."

Drew's toe scar burned like the fires of hell, but he ignored the pain and signed the contract for NOT COOL that Shane threw in his face.

"Perfect" Shane cooed, grinning at Drew's signature. "Just perfect."

THE END

A.N. If you are here, then that means we could definitely be friends. Also, you're probably as weird as me. Thanks for reading!