Dan and Phil at Hogwarts (A Dan and Phil AU)

"The Letters"

Dan

It was going to be a normal day. Normal by Dan-and-Phil standards, by any means. It was July 10th, 2016. A Sunday. It had been a month since our last DanAndPhilGAMES video, since Tabitha announced she was pregnant. Yay for Dil! I really can't even relate to him anymore. Anyway- since it was an off day, Phil and I both woke up late. Had some of his famous "frosted shreddies", coffee out of the Rubiks Cube mug (the Hello Kitty one broke last month. RIP) and an hour or two of browsing and Anime. Phil started to set up the camera and we began recording when- wham. It crashed into the window. Scared both of us more than when that shucking yellow balloon broke during Dil's birthday video (thanks Party City; long-lasting balloons my eye.). "What the *$&^ was that? I'm gonna bleep that." I said as Phil got up to check on it. "Uh...Dan? You might want to get over here." I got up thinking he must've seen something creepy outside the window or maybe it had even cracked from whatever annoying sixth grader had thrown a rock at it. But no: we saw that the window was open. And we saw an owl. Lying on the carpet. Holding two letters in its talons. "The window was open, how did he crash?" I asked, bending down to grab the letters. "Must be related to you, Dan." Phil remarked. "Shut up." I laughed, and picked the unconscious owl up to place on the sofa-bed. Then I stared at the letters. "Holy crap, Phil." "What?" "These letters are for us." "Letters? Someone actually tried to send us letters with an owl? I bet its a prank from Chris or PJ." He replied. I handed him his and watched as his smile faded when he saw the red wax seal on the front. "Open it." "I'm too nervous!" "Phil, it's a piece of paper." "It looks straight out of Harry Potter!" "For gods sake..." I ripped the seal off of mine and started reading aloud. "Dear Mister Howell...we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwa- bloody 'ell. Phil, open yours. Open it right now. Either someone's playing a really good prank or this is actually authentic." He sat next to me and mouthed the words of the whole letter. "It looks so real! It even smells like Hogwarts." "Phil, how do you know what Hogwarts smells like?" "Moist and...ghosty." "Are you actually kidding?" "Look what it says on the bottom, though!" We read it in-sync. "PS, sorry for the long wait. Lots of letters got lost in the past decade-" "You're bloody right letters got lost!" I yelled. "I knew it! I always knew it!" "Dan, before you get excited we need to certify this." "WHO CARES PHIL WE'RE GOING TO HOGWARTS!" Phil giggled and glanced back at the owl. "Hang on- look! Something else is tied to its leg!" It was a small rectangular parcel wrapped in crinkled paper. It must've blended into the carpet since I didn't see it the first time. Inside it was a tiny cage. And in that cage, was a puffball. A literal puffball. And it was moving. "It's a Pygmy Puff! Dan, it's a Pygm-" "Yes Phil, I can see that. Now do you believe me?" If anything could get Phil distracted, it was a cute animal. "But Dan..." "I can't hear you Phil, I'm too busy FLYING. PHIL WE'RE GOING TO HOGWARTS." "But what if we're not magical?" "Oh Phil, where's your sunshiney-ness? They wouldn't have sent them if we weren't!" He put the Puff on the bed and looked into the camera, still recording. "What about our followers?" He said, gesturing toward it. I peeked into frame, completely out of focus. "WELL lets just hope Hogwarts has wifi and electricity! OUR NEXT VIDEO WILL BE INSIDE HOGWARTS, GUYS. DILBATHA WILL HAVE TO WAIT- WE'VE GOT A TRIP TO DIAGON ALLEY TO PLAN!" Phil chuckled a bit but still tried to sew some reason into the situation. "But Dan...we're nearly adults!" And I proceeded to call from the next room as I lugged my suitcase out from behind my bed: "I DONT SHUCKING CARE PHIL WE'RE GOING TO HOGWARTS!" At that point he gave up and attempted to resuscitate the owl. "I feel like we should keep this guy." "He needs a name, then!" I yelled, starting to pack Christmas jumpers on top of lighting equipment. "Hm..." I walked into the room to find Phil stroking the top of the owl's head. "You want to name him Winston, don't you Phil." "Maybe just this once?" "Fine, but you're cleaning his dirt." "Deal!"

(Tell me how you like this guys! Should I keep writing? By the way, you may have noticed I use "shuck" instead of the actual word. Sorry if it's off-putting. I just don't curse. Anyway. How do you like this? What do you think should happen next?)