Varian was sick and tired of everyone saying he was "some kind of wizard" and him having to reply, "Its alchemy!"

Pffft. He thought, There's no such thing as magic...

Little did he know, his thought was wrong.

It started one day when an owl swarmed into his house. "Is this Cassandra's owl?" He thought out loud, but it wasn't. It was an all brown owl with a letter in its beak. He carefully took the letter out and opened it.

Dear Varian,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all nesscesary books and equipment. Etcetera, etc...

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Varian yelled. "This place has to be fake! It just cannot be real!"

His dad walked in. "What has to be fake?" He asked.

"THIS!" He shouted, shoving the note into his dad's face. "Oops, Sorry."

"Why- Varian! Um... ok... you can go..." his dad said finally.

"Well, ok. I'll see if this 'magic' stuff is real," Varian murmured.

He looked at the note for directions, and when he finally got to Hogwarts, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Wow... but, alchemy is better," he said.

"Second years over here!" A giant exclaimed, then looked at Varian. "Oh, yer the new kid!"

He sighed. "Yup..." he said, then sighed again. "I

mean— I never thought magic was real... well, until I got here. I saw people making things levitate and people using wands as flashlights... I-I mean, it's kinda cool to see magic for the first time... plus I got here late, aren't there first years?"

"Oh, yeah. Almost forgot. Yer going to be takin' first year lessons, so you'll be an older first year, basically," the giant said.

Varian entered the building, and it seemed all his interest in alchemy had spilled out of him. He was a wizard now— but what house? Oh, I really don't wanna be Slytherin... he thought. When he was called up by the Sorting Hat, he sorted Varian into Hufflepuff.

And everything was amazing. Nothing could be better. Except...

He had an idea. "Hey! Hey! Sir, I need your help," he exclaimed to Dumbledore (this is before he died).

"What do you need help with?" Dumbledore asked. "I need my friends here! They have to be here!" He exclaimed.

"Oh... I'm sorry. They're muggles, except for Rapunzel," Dumbledore said sadly.

"Just invite Rapunzel! Please!" Varian pleaded.

"She will be an adult first year... are you sure you want an eighteen year old in a class full of twelve year olds and one fourteen year old?" Dumbledore asked.

"Oh. I never thought about that..." Varian looked to the ground. He wrote to his friends every week. Monday for Rapunzel, Wednesday for Eugene, and Friday for Cassandra.

And when he came back home for summer, Rapunzel was so excited she squealed as loud as a lion roaring (not that loud), Eugene welcomed him, and Cassandra, well, she just let Varian hug her and did absolutely nothing.

And he would be coming back in a few months.