"I mean, what can this mean?" Dahlia was pacing around her room, the two letters in her hand. She looked so confused, Cassia would have burst out laughing if not for the fact that she was confused, too.

"Why don't we ask my dad?" Cassia suggested. Mr. Springs was a successful detective who had a knack for always finding out the answer to any problem. He had gone to a prestigious "detective boarding school" in Britain for seven years, and had come back a changed man.

"Well, I guess your going to Hogwarts! I knew one of my children were special," Cassia's dad told them.

Dahlia was confused. "Mr. Springs, is Hogwarts your old detective school? Because I got in, too."

Cassia's father laughed, "I suppose we have a mudblood on the block."

"Harold, did I just hear you say Hogwarts?" Cassia's mother had walked into the room, and been listening to the conversation.

"No, no! You've got it all wrong, dear!"

Mrs. Springs pointed her long finger at her husband. "No! She's not going! I won't have those freaks tainting my baby!"

Cassia and Dahlia stood up. "What's Hogwarts?" asked Cassia.