"Imogen, there's a letter for you!"
"For me? From who?"
"I don't know, dear. Come open it and find out!"
Imogen rushed to the kitchen where her parents were having breakfast. An envelope closed with a red wax seal was sitting on the table. Imogen opened it curiously and pulled out the letter from inside of it. She frowned as her eyes scanned the piece of paper.
"What is it, dear?" her father asked, lifting his gaze from the newspaper.
"Mom, what's Hogwarts?"
"What's what now, dear?"
"Hogwarts. It says here that I've been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Let me see, Imogen", her father reached his hand out. Imogen handed him the letter and watched as his brows knitted.
"Hogwarts... I've never heard of such place."
***
"Mom! We have to go now!"
"Of course, dear! Hold on a second, where did I put the car keys..."
"Right here, darling. I can drive."
"Alright, let's go then... Imogen, do you have everything?"
"Yes, Mom. Let's go!"
Imogen jumped to the car and sat down on the backseat. She watched as her father lifted her trunk into the boot of the car. She pulled out the letter from her pocket and smiled; she had kept it with her ever since she had received it on her 11th birthday. It's almost like she was afraid she would lose it and lose her spot at Hogwarts with it.
Only two months had passed since she had found out she was a witch – from what her parents had told her, she was the only one in the family. And now she was on her way to Hogwarts, the school she had read so much about after receiving her letter.
***
"Do you mind if sit here?" Imogen opened the cabin door and looked at the two boys sitting next to the window. They both had bright orange hair and fair, freckled skin; one of them looked slightly older than the other.
"Go ahead", the older boy gestured towards the empty seats: "I can help you with your trunk."
"Thanks", Imogen smiled and reached out her hand: "I'm Imogen, by the way. Imogen Everett."
"Bill Weasley", the boy shook her hand and went to drag her trunk into the compartment. The other boy stood up and shook her hand, as well: "I'm Charlie."
"Nice to meet you", Imogen smiled and sat down: "Are you guys brothers?"
"Unfortunately", the older boy, Bill, answered. Imogen grinned as Charlie glared at him and shifted his gaze back to the window.
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The Heart Of A Lion (A Charlie Weasley Love Story)
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