We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
Emma's parents are thrilled. Such a good school, so well respected, and those alumni- just look at the battle against the Dark Lord! All that talent!- they're beyond proud. Emma's pleased on their behalf, of course. She wants to make her parents proud. She doesn't ask how badly the school was damaged in the war; she doesn't inquire how many teachers are missing or dead; she doesn't mention wishing she could stay home for a year. Maybe until things are just a little more rebuilt.
(She thinks it, though.)
She smiles and hugs her parents and agrees yes, of course it's wonderful, helping to rebuild the wizarding world is important. She'll start school in the fall, become a better witch.
And, as her mother points out excitedly- now they need to go shopping.
Emma's hardly unfamiliar with Diagon Alley. It's the place to be seen, as far as her parents are concerned, so that's where they've always shopped. But it feels different, somehow, to be shopping for Hogwarts. Her mother is showing every shopkeeper the list, fingers underlining the Hogwarts letterhead. Her father is stopping every friend he sees, talking loudly about "here to shop for Emma's first year, at Hogwarts you know".
Emma wants to scrunch up and hide from the attention, but her parents are so happy. It's only just the once she starts school, she supposes. She plasters on a smile and follows after her mother. Almost done now; all she needs is a wand.
And as everyone knows, there's only one place to get those.
"Excuse me? Hi? Sorry, don't mean to bother you, I just- I think we're maybe possibly going to the same place? I'm... sorta lost. A little bit."
Wizarding people have been found! Stress averted, for now. Her hair correspondingly starts to creep back to its usual blonde.
"You might want to cover up your hair if it does that whether you like it or not. There's Muggles around," Miranda advises.
(That she is going to a school for People With Magic, this Jenny knows. But if there was a memo that 'people with magic' does not equal 'people with magic hair', Jenny has definitely missed it.)
"...My hair? Mum braids it for me," says Miranda. "Well, has done. I can do the spell myself at school though. Can metamorphmagi braid their hair by magic or is it only color and length and so on?"
"I don't know? What's a meta... er... that thing? The letter said everyone-" non-wizards around, right, being careful "-at the school would be, y'know. Like me. Us."
"All metamorphmagi are witches, or wizards," says her mum, still leading them through King's Cross, "but not all witches and wizards can change their hair like that. Most can't, in fact."
"Are you Muggleborn? That's okay, Mum is too," Miranda says.
"And yep, Muggleborn, that's me." This much vocabulary, at least, she has figured out from her trip to Diagon Alley. "What's it like, growing up already knowing this stuff? Any tips for a hapless Muggle?"
"It's very special," Miranda confirms. "People will want you to do tricks. I haven't done any spells yet but I know the incantations for some of them from Mum and once we're allowed it shouldn't be too hard to actually do them. If I think of any more tips I'll tell you."
"Huh. That doesn't sound too bad. I can do tricks! They're fun!" She smiles at Miranda. "Any requests? Once we're inside, I mean?"
"Here's the platform," says Miranda's mum. "It's best to go at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Nobody's looking just now, go on."
Miranda trots straight at the wall, trunk rolling behind her.
"I've never tried!" she tells Miranda as they go. "But I bet I could if I practiced some. I have a Unicorn Face I'm very proud of," she says rather gleefully.
"Yep! For reading unicorn stories to my little sister." Costumes are very important for bedtime stories, after all. "Sparkly pink horn and silver hair. I am an Extremely Pretty Unicorn!"
At this point Jenny hits the wall, and-
-doesn't. Straight through to the other side she didn't know was there, where she is now surrounded by lots more Wizardly People.
"Eeee! This is so neat! How did it do that?"
Miranda's mum follows presently.
"Where are your own parents, anyway?" she asks Jenny.
"Thank you for helping me find the platform!" Jenny says as soon as Miranda's mom appears. "They both have work today. Dad brought me to the station on his way in, but he couldn't wait with me or anything."
"Well, it's a good thing you found us, then," says Miranda, "or you probably would have been very lost. What all do you already know about Hogwarts?"
"Not much," Jenny admits. "I mean, I figured out why they admitted me, that one wasn't hard. It's a school? It has magic people? I did get directions to that alley place, I got my stuff there, I picked up a couple things there I guess. Like Muggle! I knew that one!" She thinks. "Oh! And the letter mentioned broomsticks, I think? I really really want to see that!"
"Well, we don't get to have our own broomsticks, first year, but we can learn to ride them on school brooms. Hogwarts is a really old school. Also there was a war at it last year but now it's over and that's why I'm going to it instead of the school in Australia."
As Jenny has no expectation of ever owning a broomstick, she is undeterred. The idea that flying lessons exist, and she can take part in them, is, in fact, far better than expected. However, she is distracted by more pressing concerns. "...er. War?"
"There's no need to scare her, Miranda," says Miranda's mum.
"I'd rather know," Jenny assures her. "I- it's over now, though, right? I won't, like, step on a magic land mine on my way to class, anything like that...?"