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WOW! Holy moly, where do I even begin? Stepping into the Entrance Hall at Hogwarts was like walking straight into the pages of a magical fairytale. The ceilings stretched so high, the stone walls whispered with history, and the portraits—oh, the portraits! They were alive in every sense of the word. I could hardly believe I was finally here.
For as long as I can remember, I've dreamed of this moment. Sure, I’m 15 now and transferring from Ilvermorny instead of starting here at 11 like most students, but hey, everything happens for a reason, right? Ilvermorny was incredible, and I’ll definitely have to write to all my friends back there about this place. They’d absolutely LOVE it!
As I stood there, trying to soak it all in, my gaze wandered to the portraits of the four founders of Hogwarts. There they were, larger than life: Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin. Each one looked so proud and powerful, like they were still watching over their legacy.
I couldn’t help but feel a tug in my heart when my eyes landed on Salazar Slytherin. There’s just something about his story—the ambition, the cunning—that speaks to me. Slytherin is the house I secretly (okay, not-so-secretly) hope to be sorted into. But then my gaze shifted to Helga Hufflepuff, and my heart softened. That’s the house my older sister Thora was in! She always told me the best stories about her time at Hogwarts—how warm and welcoming Hufflepuff is, how they’re like one big family.
Honestly, I’d be thrilled with either house. Or any house, really! Each one has its own magic and charm. But oh, the anticipation is killing me! In just a few moments, I’ll know where I truly belong.
I can’t wait to start this new chapter of my life. Hogwarts already feels like home, and I haven’t even unpacked yet. Here’s to new adventures, new friends, and a whole lot of magic!
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maybe that plane wouldn't ever take off maybe that dust wouldn't fly off the drive
maybe that tumbleweed and me wouldn't leave every other sunrise
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