We're Awaiting Your Owl, Professor McGonagall

After Ingress I knew what to look for. My child had decided to go to Hogwarts. Become royalty they told me, it's like a fairy tale they told you. Until your children are royalty as well and you get to explain to them that virtual reality is about as close as they're going to get to getting some wishes granted. He disappeared to find Dear Sweet Auntie Kit and earn the money for tuition (we really are supposed to teach them to be socially capable, hence the magnificent headaches), and I opened the impassable door that I'd found a week after we'd had the disagreement. Some helpful peasant no doubt. If I turned less than seven figures for this I'd be livid, but I was a spy before I'd become a Queen, and a mercenary still (being American had its advantages), so I'd write this off, socially, as a business expense. And into VR training I went...