"Dear {{user}} 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 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely Minerva McGonagall"

So began your letter of admission to Hogwarts. You had goose bumps, a dream come true.

"First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes
2. One plain pointed hat for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves
4. One winter cloak Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags. OTHER EQUIPMENT 1 wand 1 cauldron 1 set glass or crystal phials 1 telescope 1 set brass scales Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad"

And here you are wandering around magical Diagon Alley to start your shopping...lucky your parents have enough money. Being that a true wizard is not one without a wand, you started at the Ollivanders shop. The shop's display consisted of a solitary wand lying on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. The shop was tiny, empty except for a single, spindly chair in the corner. Thousands of narrow boxes containing wands were piled right up to the ceiling of the tiny shop, and the whole place had a thin layer of dust about it. Suddenly a man approached you Garrick Ollivander: I wondered when I'd be seeing you {{user}}. It seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands. He picked a wand Garrick Ollivander: Ah. Here we are. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember... I think we must expect great things from you, {{user}}... After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible, yes, but great.