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Another George one, I have no idea why I wrote this one… Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. It's really long compared to my other things, but oh well, it'll do.

Magic? Really?

I'm Heidi; I'm 11 years old and have just received an odd letter, telling me that I have been accepted at 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry' whatever that is. My parents are not certain it even exists; they think it's a prank. They do not want me to go, and even if they did they have no idea where to get all these things- a wand, a cauldron- 'What stupid things to take to school.' My father said when I showed him the list. I think that it will be a very good experience to go to a school and learn witchcraft, if it does exist. It says that I will leave on the first of September on a train that is stationed at platform 9 ¾ Kings cross Railway station. '9 ¾ ? That surely doesn't exist.' My father said, but my mother seems oddly quiet, like she was scared that this was going to happen. However, she did not pretend it was a joke, or stop me from going. She went to the phone and called someone I probably didn't know, and spoke in hushed voices. "Right then, it's all sorted. My good friend Molly will come next week to take you where you can get all those things. And she will also take you to platform 9 ¾ on September 1st." It was all very quite when my mother said that. "Her sons are starting Hogwarts this year, too." She added, seeing the confused looks from me and my father, and also my brother, Adam, who was only 7. My heart leapt, I was going to a magical school, to learn real magic. This couldn't be real, never. Magic isn't real; it's just loads of illusions, that's all. This fact, however, did not quash my hopes of going away to boarding school. "Really, mum? Honestly, I can go?" I asked, getting all worked up and excited. She looked from me to my father; his disapproving look did nothing to her answer. "Of course you can, dear. But you mustn't tell anyone, because it's all secret. You can tell your friends that you are going to a boarding school, because you're so smart. But you cannot tell them it is magical, do you understand?" When she said that, I realized that I would have to leave my friends behind, not that I had many. Just Ange and Leanne really, but I would miss them. "Heidi, do you understand?" my mother repeated. "What? Oh, yeah, I won't tell anyone, promise." I said, and then I ran to my room, because I had to draw this. It was perfect, the best moment of my life and I needed to put it on paper, before I forgot it. I sat in my room for hours, sketching a storyboard from the moment I received the letter until the moment I ran to my room to draw. I didn't realized how late it had gotten, it was almost midnight and I hadn't had dinner at all. That wasn't unusual, when I ran off to my room my family knew better than to disturb me, because I would probably kick them, or slam the door in their face. I'm very explosive when I want to be, it's easy to keep people away from me. Anyway, that wasn't the point; the point was that I was hungry. I hadn't had any breakfast and had only eaten a sandwich for lunch. I crept out of my room and downstairs into the kitchen. I opened up the cereal and poured my self a bowl, and then I added some milk. I made a racket as always, but they don't come and see what I'm doing, this is a regular thing from me.

The days passed by as normal days, me reading and drawing, mum and dad going to work and my annoying brother pestering me to play with him. Each time, I told him to go watch TV, or play with his building bricks. Each time, he argued more and more until eventually I would go play one game, beat him and then leave. Repeat. Each day this happened, until the day came when I would be taken to collect my school things. Molly came and picked me up with two identical read-headed boys sat in the back of her car. They were pretty cute, I thought to my self. I would have to draw them when I got home. The car ride was extremely long and tedious, we drove all the way from Manchester to London, yeah, that's a long way. When we got there Molly took me and the twins through this pub and into a long enchanting alleyway. This is where I would buy my things, I could sense it. It felt magical, and that's what mattered. As one of the twins spoke, it jolted me out of mind. "What do we need first, mum?" he said. His voice was almost as enchanting as the alleyway. "I would say Robes, Fred." Molly replied to her son. He pulled a face "I'm George, mum." The two boys laughed and Molly apologised. George, what a simple and beautiful name. Then it dawned on me, how was I to pay? "Umm, Molly?" I asked, rather faintly. "Yes, dear?" she said. "Well, I was just wondering how I pay. I mean, I haven't got any money and…" she cut me off. "Your mother has given me some money, but now you mention it we will have to go and get it exchanged for wizard money." And we headed off in the direction of a great big building, which I guessed was the bank. They have their own money? How odd, how was I supposed to work out how much money I would need to pay with? Would Molly help me pay, or maybe George, I really hopped he didn't see me looking hopelessly around trying to guess how much things cost. It turned out that Molly did help me, and we had almost bought everything now. I made such a mess finding my wand, George and his bother, who turned out to be called Fred, found theirs on their second attempt, I, however, took seven. Yes, I took seven turns to find my wand and almost destroyed the whole shop. Eventually, I found it. 11" Birch, unicorn hair. Molly said that I could get a pet, and I could choose between an owl, a cat, a toad or a rat. Clearly, the best of those would be an owl, and so that's what I got. I was a small barn owl, and I called him Romulus. I don't really know why, it just sounds good. The rest of the day was spent driving back up to Manchester, no-one really spoke. I just picture how I would draw out the day, mainly focusing on how I would show the difference between Fred and George, because you could tell George was some much different, better looking even though they were identical. It made less sense than the fact I had just bought a magic wand and was going to a magical school next month. Wait, a month? I would be away from George for a month and that seemed like a very long time. No, what was I talking about, I had just met him. I couldn't miss him like that, it's not real. But Magic wasn't real a week and a day ago, so who knows what's happening.

The rest of the holidays were spent drawing George, in the enchanting alley, and listening to music. When I got bored of that I would, well I didn't really get bored of it. For a week we went camping in a seemingly uneventful place in the rain, that was the worst part, they wouldn't let me draw, at all. It was the day before I would leave for Hogwarts, but I would have to go and stay with Molly tonight, because we lived too far away to reach Kings cross by 11 o'clock next morning. So I packed my trunk and waited for her to turn up, glad that I would get to see George again. When she arrived I kissed my mother and father goodbye and got into the car. We drove down to her house silently, the boys were not in the car and I kept longing to be there, to see him. When we did finally get there I walked in and looked around and saw a young girl sat colouring and four other boys that were not Fred or George yet all of these children had red hair. Well, I say children, but only the girl and one boy seemed younger than me, the other three seemed to be at least 13, 15 and 17. "Fred, George, Heidi's here!" shouted Molly, both of them came bounding down the stairs; I knew instantly who was who. I walk up to them and said "Hi, Fred. Hi, George." They looked at each other and simultaneously said "How did you know which twin we were?" I laughed, but no-one else seemed to laugh, they all seemed to want to know how I did it. I had to think, I couldn't tell them all that I felt love radiating from George that would just creep them out. "I don't really have a way, I just knew." The whole room looked astonished, Molly told me to go unpack some pyjamas in the room Fred and George would show me to, then, once they were out of earshot, whispered "You will tell me how you did it later, won't you dear?" I nodded, amazed that their own mother couldn't even tell them apart. I then followed the twins up the stair case and into a small room, that's where I unpacked my pyjamas, Fred got bored of waiting for me and left, so I said "So, George, what shall we do now?" he still looked amazed that I knew who he was, but replied anyway. "I could show you some stuff about our world, since I know you're a muggle and all." "What's a muggle?" I asked, I sure hoped he wasn't insulting me. "Oh, right, it's what witches and wizards call non-magical people." He explained, and I let out a sigh of relief. "So, what are you going to tell me about your world?" I asked. George launched in to a big explanation about the wizard money and all these other things. I loved his voice so much. When he got to explaining a sport played in the wizarding world called Quidditch I stopped and stared, amazed. For one, the picture he was showing me was moving, and secondly, they were flying. I stopped him mid-sentence "Wait, they fly? Like, in the sky?" "Well, yeah. What would be the point of flying on the ground, that would basically be walking." He said, we both laughed. It was the first time I had heard him laughed and it was hypnotizing, so much so that we just kept laughing until we couldn't breathe anymore, but then a boy, who I assume was one of George's brothers, came to tell us that dinner was ready. It took everything we had to stop laughing. As we sat down to dinner I was still chuckling, and every time I looked at George he would look at me and we would burst out laughing again, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Whilst me and George were calming down again, Molly went into the kitchen to fetch dessert and I overheard her talking to her husband. "Arthur, you don't think someone my have jinxed them to make them laugh, do you?" she sounded genuinely concerned. I looked up at George again and immediately started laughing. I managed just to hear "Don't be ridiculous" before I was in hysterics, and so was George. "Will you two shut up?" said the younger boy. George and I both paused; both looked at each other and then started laughing again. "Ugh, get a room." Commented the oldest boy, which made everyone in the room laugh, except the young girl and the stern looking boy that could only have been a few years older than me and George. That night I shared a bedroom with the young girl who was called Ginny. I was lead in bed and, every now and then, I would start laughing again and I would hear George burst out laughing at the same time. Each time I would hear Fred say "Oh, give it a rest, will you?" and little Ginny kept asking what was so funny, which made me laugh even harder. I didn't sleep much that night and I doubt anyone else did, due to me and George's synchronized laughter every few minutes. We got up early, washed, had breakfast, packed and then left for platform 9 ¾ kings cross station. When we got there, I found we had to run THROUGH a wall. I watched the stern boy, called Percy, go through the wall, and the Fred went. Molly told me to go next, but I was very apprehensive. Thankfully, George took hold of my hand and we both ran together and found ourselves on the floor with all of our things strewn everywhere. We hurried to pick them all up whilst, once again, laughing. When we got on the train, me and George found our own compartment, sadly, Fred had followed us. But me and George sat across from each other, giving us nothing to look at but each other. And every time we did, we would burst out laughing. This clearly annoyed Fred, so we did it as much as possible, one time he almost screamed at us when he said "Can you STOP that INCESANT laughter?" This, of course, made us laugh more, after that Fred left and we were by our selves. George moved over to sit by me and interlaced our fingers, we just sat there like that, very peaceful, but the moment was ruined by a lady shouting "Anything from the trolley?" George got up and asked if I would like anything. I didn't know what there was so I said "Get me something you think I'll like." And he came back with a box of 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans' "When they say every flavour, they mean every flavour. Try one." He said. I put my hand in the box and picked up what looked like it would be a strawberry flavoured jelly bean, however, as I ate it my mouth began to burn and I literally breathed fire. "Whoa, Hy, lean out of the window or something, quick!" I did what he said and the fire was put out, leaving no burns at all. I guess it's just magic, eh. "Wait, did you just call me Hy?" I asked, I didn't want him to not call me that, it just surprised me. No-one ever called me that, not even Leanne or Ange. "Umm, yes. Is that OK?" I laughed at how shy he seemed now. I got up and went to sit next to him, this time it was me who interlaced our fingers and I said "Of course it is, G, of course." I saw his face when I called him G and had to resist laughing. We were so peaceful and we both hadn't slept all night, and so we fell asleep. We were woken up by a short blonde girl telling us to get into our robes, because we were almost at the school. I assumed you just put robes on like coats or something, so I grabbed mine from my trunk and put it on over my clothes, George did the same. We had to row across this huge lake with this giant person, who was called Hagrid. And as I walked into the main hall I looked up at the ceiling, but it didn't look like there was a ceiling at all. You could see the stars, it was amazing. Each person was called up and had to wear this ugly witch's hat thing that spoke and told you which house you should be in. When I was called up I was so nervous but it put me in Gryffindor, which, honestly, didn't mean much to me. What meant the most to me was that George was put in Gryffindor too. And as we tucked into the huge feast I had a feeling that this would be a good year.

Yeah, hope you liked it, I remember loving writing it, so tell me what you think about this one, 'kay?