Letters to My Love - A Hogwarts RP Fanfiction

Unexpected, but Accepted

August 12, 2016

Dear James,

Today was all too eventful. Remember the time I told you about the letters I'd burned? Well apparently, they were important... Well at least, that's what Nikki said. The conversation went a little like this:

"OMG!" Screeched Nikki.

"Huh..?" A sleepy Rain groaned. Having been woken up by Nikki's sudden Fangirl.

"OUR ACCEPTANCE LETTERS ARRIVED!!"

"Wha? Oh those? No, I burned those awhile ago, what are they doing in your hands, Kiki?"

"YOU WHAT?!"

"I said I-"

"I know, I heard... You burned them."

"Right."

"Rain! These are our letters for HOGWARTS."

"They are?" I stood, wiping the tiredness from my eyes. "What's Hogwarts?" Maybe Nikki knew all too well what was going on, but I had no clue. Nikki glared at me. What's up with her? So, I don't know something, what's wrong with that? "Rainy," Nikki replied calmly, "You know how mom, you, me, dad and," she paused, "Him." Clearing her throat, she continued, but only after she and I had looked down in mourning. "Anyway, you know how we have magic?" This statement didn't catch me by surprise, once when Nikki and I were six, our mom and dad sat us down and we had a long talk about our strange magic. I guess Nikki and I both knew something was up. When Nikki and I were a bit younger, we would use our condition on our dolls, making our toy horses move up and down like a carousel. Ah-ha, never the mind. Sorry James, a bit of sister backstory for you there.

    A little while later, when our parents arrived home from work, Nikki practically screeched their heads off with her comments about Hogwarts and about possibly getting into Slytherin. I just sat here, writing calmly, of course. Soon, I was called downstairs for dinner. It was pretty quiet for the Macaroon family, as we dug into our pasta dishes. After a while, Nikki couldn't bear the silence any longer. "Rain!"

"Hmm?" I looked up, my face covered in thick alfredo sauce.

"Know what house you're in yet?" Nikki stole a little side smirk.

I had to laugh. "Pshhh, how would I? As you can see, the sorting hat is currently not on my head," I joked.

"Yeah, but it WILL be!"

I nodded and rested my head on my palm. Maybe she's right, this could be something worth thinking about. Could I be in Huffllepuff like mom? Slytherin like dad or maybe I'm a bit different.

Who could ever know?

With Love,

Rain Macaroon