I bet by now your thinking; What are you so concerned about? It's just a letter. Well as right as you maybe, I still have yet to actually believe that a mail man delivers at 11:59 at night, during the summer, to a little family on the outskirts of town, in London. But as you can probably already guess, 12 year old me, had no such ideas in her head. She was more concerned with other things at the time, to give two bats of an eye about what the post was doing so early at the house on my birthday. So I squirted the whipped cream into my mouth and replaced the bottle in the fridge, without a care in the world. After swallowing my sugary goodness, I filed out to the hallway to make sure we locked the mail slot, but the thing was, we had, and I had watched dad do it. Though right in front of 12 year old me, on the floor, was a letter, sealed with a red wax stamp. At first I was skeptical. The only place I knew that sealed their mail with a wax stamp, was the tax collectors. I picked up the letter and turned it around, checking to see if was addressed to the correct house, because more often then not, we get mail that isn't ours, and it mostly other people's junk mail. But the address was correct. In fact it was very specific. So specific, that the only people with that kind of information would be my parents and my little brother. And mum and Dad wouldn't send me a letter on my birthday if they were already with me. And Charlie can't write neatly to save his life. Let alone the cursive written in ink, right on the parchment envelope, which again, was stamped in wax, which is definitely above Charlie to be able to do. Anyway I looked at who exactly it was addressed to, thinking that it might be for my parents. But it wasn't.

1543 Jackson ct. 67842, London, Olivia Henderson, the bedroom above the kitchen.

That's literally the most accurate thing that's ever been written down in that household. Who ever it was from, must have thought it was pretty urgent, since it was one, delivered at 11:59 at night, two, addressed so specifically to me, and three, and most importantly at the time, delivered to me on my birthday. So, being young, oblivious, little me, I opened the letter, thinking it might have been a special delivery from Grandma Harmony and Grandpa Lyric for my birthday. Or perhaps it was from Uncle Rhythm. Uncle Rhythm is always so good at birthday gifts, and tracking them, and making sure they are delivered on time. Even though he doesn't have a phone or any electronic device, really. I didn't have the slightest clue how he did it, when I was little ether. Of course, this day, was one that I learned a lot.

Upon opening the letter I found that it wasn't a birthday present, to my disappointment.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Olivia Henderson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed, a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva Mcgonagall
Deputy Headmistress.

At first I didn't get it... At all. I giggled it off a bit, thinking that perhaps on of my friends were playing a joke on me. I had told them the stories that my grandparents had told me about the Witches and the Wizards back when I was still a little sprout. But... Then it sunk in. None of my friends are that committed to pulling pranks like this. And I know none of them could afford wax like what was on the paper, or write like what was written on the parchment. I remember thinking to myself at that moment. Who was I?

Then everything started to make sense. Back when I was in elementary school, in 3rd grade, I was always wishing something would happen to this one really mean girl, Jordan Lee, because she was always picking on everyone. So one day Jordan wouldn't let me and my friends get some jump rope, so I started to get really mad. Well eventually I snapped, and at that moment, Jordan was jumping rope, and she got hit in the face with her own rope, and knocked three teeth out, in the process. At first I thought it was coincidence. Karma was starting to finally pay her back. But... Soon it started happening every time she skipped over the rope. Soon, it wrapped itself around her ankles and tied her up. And that's when I realized it had gone to far. Right when I thought that, it stopped, and she was freed, and ran all the way to a yard duty, crying so bad. It was the day I felt really bad for Jordan. Then all the other strange events and little weird moments started to click and make sense. I was the reason that jump rope had attacked Jordan Lee. I was the reason my Best friend, Anna, won the tether ball tournament. I was the reason that Link Brown had landed safely from his 7 foot drop from the slide on the playground. Everything that's happened, that made me seem odd... It was because I was different. And I had thought all this time... That is was my lack of age. But it was just... Me. Maybe I can explain my reaction to you in a way that you might have experienced it yourself. Um... You know how you want to open a present from your friend, that they claim is the best one of all of them, so they get you super excited. And then when you actually do open it, its really not as good as they claimed, so your a little disappointed, but can't show it because they are your best friend. That's how it felt. I felt like this entire time I had been treated weird because I was younger. Come to find out it's because I'm 100% different then everyone. And I was so disappointed. Because I knew I couldn't change it. Or at least that's what I was convinced anyway. I was so confused, I waltz right up to my room, threw the letter on my bed side table and flopped onto my bed, hoping that what I had just found out was just a figment of my imagination.