I gawked at the letter. This can't be happening. I'm a squib. I'm going to Hogwarts! I grabbed Ariana's hand and started towards home at a sprint. She was stumbling behind me and almost tripped but I kept running. "I'm not athletically gifted!" she wheezed as I stopped at home. My mum opened the door and looked at my stupid grinning and Ariana's wheezing. "Oh come in Lucas! You too sweetheart," she said, looking at us, exasperated.
We walked in and sat on the couch. "Albus! Come in here!" Mum yelled to my dad who came in on a broom with my brother, Remus. "Well look what the cat drug in. Go upstairs, Remus. Put your broom away," he said. He walked in and kissed my mum's cheek.
"Now what is this all about?" Mum asked. "Hello I am Ariana Dumbledore the II. I came here this evening to deliver Lucas' Hogwarts letter." Ariana began, but Dad interrupted. "Yourself? did they send an owl?" With that, Ariana transformed into the brown owl. "Wicked!" Dad grinned.
"Well, thank you for letting me rest before I head back for London, but I have to get going. See you at Diagon Alley next week!" said Ariana, leaping out of the guest room window.
