(Requested ♥️)

It was your daughter Evelyn's 11th birthday. A day in which non-magic folk would consider any ordinary birthday. After all, it's not anything like your 13th or even 18th.

Of course, the same could not be said for those born into magical families.

"Hon, I'm sure your letter will be arriving soon."

You sighed as you poured yourself a hot cup of coffee (or rather your wand did). It was still bright and early in the morning, around 6. Evelyn simply couldn't keep herself waiting any longer, now could she?

George stood just off to the side, fixing up the young girl's sweater. She was practically bouncing off the walls, yet was incredibly impatient.

"But momma/papa! The post isn't normally this late-!"

"It's 6:15 in the morning, sweetpea, she's still got two hours."

George sighed, evidently referring to your owl as he finishing buttoning her sweater.