I DON'T KNOW THE ARTIST'S NAME (PLEASE TELL ME THE ARTIST'S NAME I WANT TO GIVE FULL CREDIT TO THE ARTIST) 

8:42 am, it's raining today. I quite enjoy showery precipitation, it's calming. I continued admiring the rain for a few minutes, reviewing the events of yesterday a ritual I often find myself doing. I'll expect the post soon, I should probably open the window. With that thought, my Pandora my Tytonidae owl or barn owl, swooped through my now open window and gently placed herself down on my desk. She gave me a small, somewhat muffled hoot of acknowledgment and let the letter fall from her beak. I gave her a small (insert food) and sent Pandora on her way

How curious? Oh, I know what this is.

Name: Mr. Logan Krofterz (AN: yes, I am aware that I named him after the fruit spread brand and that I didn't spell crofters correctly I did it on purpose.)

Address: Upstairs, first bedroom on left-hand side of the corridor,

9 Logos Ave London, England

Dear Logan,

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 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.

I sat the letter down on my desk table next to my leather-bound journal and favourite blue quill.

Well then, this shall be a fun year, I believe I'll be in Ravenclaw, that was mothers house. I suppose Slytherin is good too though, either way, I believe she will be pleased.

I scooped up the letter and proceeded to walk down the small stairs from my bedroom, I approached my mother who was sitting in her large black velvet chair, engrossed in paperwork.

My mum quite enjoyed working, she was very good at it too, although I can regrettably say she has chosen work over me on serval occasions, I don't mind as she told me it is of utmost importance and I believe her, she is the head of the department of magical law enforcement.

She was a tall, thin woman, with long black hair and pale skin I take after her quite a bit and I am quite proud of it, not that I am egotistical about my looks but I always my mother looked quite nice, she was well presented and neat.

I decided that I should approach her with the letter when she put down her pen, I don't want to repeat what happened last time. "mother..."

"what is it Logan, I'm working."

"Mother, I just wanted to give you my Hogwarts letter."

"Alright, put it in that pile and I'll get around to it."

Oh well.

AN: Hey, I'm so sorry it took so long to get out, I'll try to get the next chapter out on time, I'm half done with the next one so expect it next week.

Bye, Thanks for reading.