"Grandpa! Grandpa! Tell us all the stories from the time you were at Hogwarts! Pleeeaaaassseeeee?" Asked two small twin girls, Zoe and Diana.
"Yeah, please tell us. We wanna know what kinda stuff we could expect when we go in a few months!" Said Jackson, one of the triplets. The triplets when the older brothers to Zoe and Diana, Foster and Lincoln were the other two.
"Are you sure? I have too many stories for just one day," I told them.
"We'll come everyday to hear them then!" They all said in unity. I chuckled.
"Alright, Alright! Then first things first: don't try to expect anything, because the school has its own plans for you." I said in my best story-teller voice.
"You sound as though the school is some big fate holder or something," Foster said.
"Ah, but my dear grandchild, it IS. This school is the key to many people's fate. You'll understand it once you start. Now I'm gonna start on the very first day I arrived at Hogwarts."
"Why start then? We already know you were put in Gryffindor!" Diana ejected.
"Haha, that's because my wheels of fate started turning as soon as I entered the school grounds. It's what happened after the sorting hat, after the feast, that started my adventures." I gave my grandchildren a gigantic smile.
"You mean at the dorms? What happened, your roommate turn out to be your best friend or something?" Foster said sarcastically.
"No not just that, now hush. I'm gonna start with once we got past the painting, the entrance to the commons room." I said nostalgically.
