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It was the weekend of my eleventh birthday that I found out I was a witch. I had just came home from ballet and was getting a snack in the kitchen when my parents called me into the living room for a "little talk".

This doesn't sound good,
I thought as I sat down on the couch beside Mom and Dad sat in his armchair across from us. "Now, Gabrielle," Dad said, rubbing the scar on his forehead the way he always does when he's nervous. "What is it, Daddy?" I asked him. "Well then. I just wanted to tell you that, well...er...you're not going to middle school in the fall." I was a little confused. "Then...where am I going?" "You," Dad said, "Are going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," I thought he was joking. I looked at Mom, then Dad, but both their faces were serious. Too serious. I burst out laughing

But neither Mom nor Dad joined in. "Are you serious?" My dad nodded. "Both your mother and I attended the school," He said the words slowly, as if speaking to a five-year-old. "I know this is all very hard to believe," Mom said kindly. "We'll go shopping for supplies at Diagon Alley tomorrow. Then you'll believe us." Why couldn't we just go to Staples?
 
I lay in bed that night, tossing and turning. I wasn't sure I really wanted to go to this "Diagon Alley". On on e handed, I felt sure that Mom and Dad were kidding around. On the other hand, I really wanted to believe in wizards, witches, and magic. Really, I did. With all my thoughts battling each other, I was sure I'd never get to sleep. But I did.
                                                    
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It was two weeks after my parents had taken me to Diagon Alley. We were at the London station, and Mom and Dad were telling me how to get to section 9¾. "So you just run straight through that brick wall," Mom was telling me. "Yeah, okay," I said, not telling Mom how crazy and dangerous that was, and picked up my kitten. Molly was a Turkish Van cat, and she was just six months old. Mom and Dad had gotten her for me at Diagon Alley, not to mention a cherrywood wand with a unicorn hair in the tip, a cauldron, robes, and a wide assotment of textbooks.

"Bye, Mom. Bye Dad," I said, hugging them both. "Bye, Gabby!" "Goodbye dear, and good luck!" And before I had time to worry about it, I grabbed hold of my luggage cart and ran straight towards the brick wall.

I braced myself for the agonizing bash on the head that was sure to come, but it never came. I opened my eyes and, right before me, stood an old-fashioned steam train. The Hogwarts Express. Wow. Mom and Dad were right! I climbed up the steps and searched for an empty compartment. Boy, this train was packed!

Finally I found an empty one. I gave my luggage to a passing bellboy and sat down. I've gotta admit, I had never been this excited - I was actually going to a school for witches and wizards! No more math, no more science. Just potions and spells. Wow!

"Hi, Gabrielle! Can I sit with you?" I looked up and saw Jackie Weasely, my best friend and cousin, standing in the doorway of the compartment. She had inherited her mother's bushy brown hair and her father's freckles, and also got her fear of spiders from her dad, and her smarts from her dad. "Sure, Jackie!" I said, and Jackie sat down in the seat across from me.

Just then, a lady came by with the snack cart. I bought some Pumpkin Pasties and some Chocolate Frogs. "Mmmm," I said, biting into a Pastie. "I could get used to this!"

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