A month later, I got a letter from Draco. He was saying something about Weasleys and a howler. And laughing about it too. Attached to the letter, was another small envelope with 'To Anna' written on it. Probably Ginny. I wonder how she's doing in her first year.

Anna,

Hi.

I was just wondering, but why were you at Flourish and Blotts that day before school started?

Ginny

P. S. One of my brothers, Ron, has been asking about you. What house do you want to be in? I got in Gryffindor, by the way.

I knew she was going to ask. I knew it!

I grabbed this thing I'd invented called a magic marker and wrote on a piece of parchment:

Ginny,

I was shopping with my brother.

Anna

P. S. Ravenclaw or Slytherin. More Ravenclaw now that you're in Gryffindor, so we can continue to be friends.

I tried to make my letter as vague as possible, since it was clear that Ginny already had some suspicion.

I hand my letter to my baby flamingo, Ella, who flies away to what I assume is the direction of Hogwarts.

I watch Ella until she slowly fades away, out of my view. Then I lie in my bed, falling asleep, dreaming about myself sitting to be sorted, hopefully in Ravenclaw.