[ Volume I: "HOGWARTS WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY YR. 1" ]
[ Chapter I (1): "HOGWARTS ACCEPTANCE LETTERS" ]
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THE SCRIBBLING OF QUILL ONTO PARCHMENT COULD BE HEARD LOUD AND CLEAR; inside one of the many rooms of the Hogwarts Castle, one man could be seen. Truly focused on the task he is on with no care about the surroundings of his.
The only light that can enter the room being one from the moon, and the other from the oil lamp standby on the large wooden desk of his; both lights being more than enough for him to write onto the many-parchments under him.
[ ... ] [ Dear Mr. Wayne, ] [ Dear Ms. Lane, ] [ Dear Ms. Plate, ] [ Dear Mr. Kent, ] [ Dear Ms. Fishburk, ] [ Dear Mr. Quinn, ] [ Dear Mr. Allen, ] [ Dear Ms. Prince, ] [ ... ]
[ 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 equipments. ]
[ Term begins in 1 September. We await your Owl by no later than 31 July. ]
[ Yours sincerely ]
[ Felix Harp ]
[ Headmaster ]
All of the said parchment having the same content as the other, except for the address and the name of the intended receiver, none change. As the slithering green gaze of the Headmaster focuses onto the small details:
A smudge? Throw that paper away. Wrong grammar? A restart it is. A small, and nagging part of the brain of Felix kept telling him to do so, to do so, and to do so. The first impression of the children is what truly matters, not the ink nor the parchment; an Hogwarts Alumni like him should know.
Yes, a Hogwarts Alumni from the year 2006-2013, hailing from the most prestigious and gifted House of them all — Slytherin. The task, and the complexity which he had to navigate while he was a student compared to this repetitive job is laughable, so, he didn't grumble and instead fixed his glasses, straightened his shoulders, and continued writing — 481 Letters done. 519 more to go.
[ ... ] [ Dear Mr. Cassanova, ] [ Dear Ms. Einstein, ] [ Dear Mr. Penshipe, ] [ Dear Ms. Blake, ] [ Dear Ms. Burbage, ] [ Dear Ms. Drone, ] [ Dear Mr. Ram, ] [ ... ]
And so writing he does, the wrist of his seemingly made out of metal as he doesn't feel the pain, on his wrist, or onto his fingers as he continued. The stack of paper placed on the side growing by the minute, from small, to bigger, and bigger, and bigger and before he could notice it — he was done.
[ "Finally!" ] The composed, focused, and calm demenor of his slightly breaking as he takes a huge sight of relief — a huge needle seemingly being pulled out of his chest as he lay onto his wooden desk, which to the Headmaster feels like a 5-star comfortable bed that he'll sleep on for 24 hours straight.
But no, he isn't completely done yet. 15% there, yes, but not precisely there yet. He first wrote the FIRST PAGE of the Letter, but he hadn't done the Second Page, nor the Letter itself, nor the Delivery of it. The Delivery being the hardest part, thankfully he doesn't need people, vehicle, or even magic to do that — the Owls can do that, the 25 Owls that'll be overworking themselves in delivering 1000 Letters. Yeah.
He caughted to himself, looking at the stack of parchments, of the stack of parchment papers as he realized what'll he have to do next — 1000 identical copies of the list of requirements; books, pets (Owls, or Toad, or Cat), cauldron, and wands. He didn't want to do it, but he has to do it — and do it he does as he silently grabs another parchment paper right beside him (a hybrid of parchment and paper which he acquired through mystical means), and then he realizes something.
[ "Shit-" ] He is all out of paper. No, not exactly, but he's about to run out — not 1000 parchment-paper enough, so, Felix thoughts of many different ways to fix this; Spells? No, it'll expire and disappear. Cut it in half using the cutting charm? No, it'll look ugly, and ugly is bad for first impressions. Then... How about not doing it... Hilariou- no, wait that can work.
He settled down the quill he was holding and placed a hand onto his chin, deep in thoughts. No, wait, that can REALLY work. The Wizardry World doesn't exist, not the one he was familiar when growing up, and the only Witch and Wizard here, in this new world he found himself in can be counted in a his fingers; meaning not many.
The Leaky Cauldron Pub doesn't exist, so, they wouldn't have any way to enter Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley doesn't exist, they wouldn't be able to purchase the neccessry supplies; uniforms, cauldron, pets, wacky inventions, and especially Wands — Wands which only he, the Headmaster of Hogwarts and the first Wizard of this new world, can provide. No Ollivander, no Gregovich, no cherry blossom wand maker of Japan — only Felix.
Okay, that's settled. Next agenda. [ "Accio Book of Admittance!" ] Felix casted the summoning charm, with attention focused on a certain object inside his room — at a black dragon hide covered parchment-book, and so after a few second of waiting a light-looking book flew into his hands. Followed by it is a short-looking quill with green feathers, one who's flying through the air, wanting, and trying to catch up with it's best friend.
The Book of Admittance, and the Quill of Admittance — all First-year Students, meaning the 1000 is listed here, and no Student of Hogwarts is not found there. Magical objects with mind of their own, stubborn, quirky, and pretty nerdy once you get to know them. [ "Stop, jumping!" ] Especially the Quill who's always trying to write inside the Book, [ "I'm only borrowing the Book for a few moments, I need the damn address. Damn coot!" ]
Felix tried swatting away the self-aware Quill, but he couldn't, not that he couldn't touch the Quill, no, he actually can burn it, or destroy it, but he don't want too — no, no matter what he does the Quill keeps flying back — not wanting to be far-away from it's best friend, so, reluctantly Felix let it watch, it's feathers tickling the nose of his unbeknowst to him if intentionally or unintentionally. I'll burn the thing some day.
[ ... ] [ Bruce Thomas Wayne: 224 Park Drive, Gotham City ] [ Lois Joanne Lane: 922 Oak Hill, Metropolis ] [ Clark Joseph Kent: 321 Maple Street, Smallville, Kansas ] [ Quinn West: 893 Locust Court, Los Angeles, California ] [ ... ]
Hundreds, no, wait, thousand, exactly a thousand of addresses; locations, and names was present in front of Felix's eyes, and so he immediately wrote Letters with those in mind, with the recipients thankfully written before that. He found some to be easy, and others... Peculiar? Is that even the right word, why do you live "in the basement", or "in the garage", or "in the attic", or "in the middle of nowhere" — sir, these boys and girls are merely 11 years old, Mr. Allen, Ms. Prince, what the hell?
Felix tried not to think about it as he continued on to write, the charm he used to numb the pain on his wrist, and on his finger slipping away by the minute — and when he finally noticed it, he instantly casted another. No rest for the wicked. And before he could notice it, the stack of papers, of the paper-parchment right beside him slowly bit-by-bit disappears, tucked into the Letters which is half-heartedly thrown to the side, at the left side of the table, the pile growing by the minute, and so the eyebags under Felix's eyes. [ "I love my job." ]
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[ Fun Fact (Pottermore-Lore): "The Book of Admittance, and the Quill of Admittance — oftentimes mistyped by me as Acceptance — is a sentient Book made of yellowing parchment, black dragon hide, and in the case of the Quill, a green-colored feather. The Book doesn't let the Quill write unless enough evidence was shown by the said target; young Wizard and Witches, the Book does this so that no Squibs be accidentally enrolled into Hogwarts. They were created by the Four Founders: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. And oh, the Quill is quirky." ]
[ WRITTEN: 12/23/2024 ]
[ POSTED: 12/23/2024 ]