THE Ravenclaw

-A dream in a letter-

As 11 year old Phoebe Anne was studying for the magical term that would start this year, she heard a sudden PECK on the window, which made her spill her ink on the paper she had just finished revising. She rushed to the window without hesitation to claim the crisp piece of wonderful parchment from her owls beak. As she read the dark green cursive she got chills.
"Mum! My letter has arrived! Hogwarts letter, that is!"
Her mother ran into the sitting room to find the spilled ink.
"Scougify!"
She said as she waved her wand. The mess dissappeared almost instantly.
Her mother took the perfectly sealed envelope and scanned it, looking proud.
"Congratulations, Phoebe!" She said as she patted her on the back.
"Esmeralda come down to the sitting room!" Phoebes mum shouted.

As her sister pranced down the long winding staircase Phoebe double checked where her owl sat moments ago.
"But mum, I think there was only one letter..."
Phoebe said as she searched the floor.
"No, no, that can't be..Esme should have a letter aswell..." Her mother said as she too scanned the floor.
"Accio, Esmes Hogwarts letter!"
Phoebes mother shouted.

But nothing happened.

"Maybe you pronounced the incatation incorrectly? Phoebe sid to her mother hopefully.

"No, no, I have been using that spell for years now, Dear. I am sure I have done it correctly."

As Esme reached the bottom of the staircase she asked what all the matter was.

"Well...me and Phoebe were just looking for your Hogwarts letter,"
Her mother said.

"What do you mean, "looking"?"
Esme said in return.

"Well, your sister has just received her letter, and we were trying to see if you got one as well-"

"So I havent gotten my letter? I am not going to Hogwarts this year?" Esme said with tears filling her eyes.

Phoebe went up to Esmerelda and looked her in the eyes.

"Dont be silly Esme, I'm sure ur letter is just delayed! Or maybe the owl dropped it-"

Phoebes owl Hermy looked up from her perch with a dissapointed look in her eye.

"Okay, well maybe she didn't, But I'm sure you will get your letter! Everyone does!"

Esme stormed back up the stairs and into her room. She slammed the door. Under her breath her mom muttered:

"And she would be Slytherin,"

As the days passed Esmereldas letter still hadn't arrived. She lost hope in it ever coming. Maybe she wasnt meant to be a witch, and she would be a stupid old muggle instead. She shook the thought from her mind, for it wasnt one she was too fond of. She layed down in her green-tinted bed and threw a ball in the air and caught it repeatedly. She was bored out of her mind.

Meanwhile, Phoebe was packing her trunk full with anything and everything she could possibly need for the following year. She couldn't wait for her exciting first trip to platform 9 and 3/4. She eyed the golden ticket that sat on top of her trunk, ready to be redeemed. As she checked off all of the items on her list she realised one she had forgotten. She ran to Esmereldas room to retrieve her shiny new nimbus 2000 she had recieved as a late birthday gift from her grandparents.
"Esme, I'm going to have to have my broom back, I need it for quidditch-"

"Your a first year! No first years get to be on the quidditch team! What makes you think your so special?"
Esme said bossily.

"Well...it is just in case..., and for the record there has been first years on the quidditch team, just not for a very long time-"

"Okay Detective smarty-pants we get it-"

Phoebe grabbed the broomstick and slammed the door. She walked out angrily. What did she ever do to Esme?

As September 1st approached Phoebe excitedly woke from bed. She got dressed in the wonderfully slick black robes they had gotten from The Twilfitt and Tattings shop in Diagon Alley. They were a perfect fit. She tied her hair to where it was half up, and she accesorized with a few gemstones her father had sent to her. (He was away on orders of the Ministry of Magic, as he was the Ministers second in command.) 

As she pulled her trunk behind her she headed to Esmes room. The door was locked. She pulled out a slim wand that she had previously gotten from Olivanders Wand shop.
"Alohamora!" She said confidently as the door opened.

"Alright, we get it, "Phoebe can do magic". What do you want?"

"I'm sorry you aren't coming to Hogwarts with me this year."

"Do you know why? Because I'm a squib, Phoebe. A disgrace to our family name!" She said angrily.

Phoebe was shocked. A squib? This was the last thing she expected to hear.

"Mum has already made arrangements for me, I have to go to The muggle school instead." She pretended to act like it was fine, but it wasn't. She was meant to be a great witch! She was meant to be something . And now that something was a muggle.