Making your own decisions -- Summer 2017

I found my adoptive daughter playing outside.  She was almost eleven and I had a feeling that she was going to have to make a decision.  She was magical and she could go to school closer to home, or I would let her go to Hogwarst like I did.  I set down some lemonade on the table on the patio and waved her over.  Her blonde hair flowed behind her as she ran towards me.  "Honey, I have a couple of questions to ask you," I said to her simply.  "It's about school."

I looked over at my mum and smiled. "What about school? I wanna go where you went," I said to her, pointing at the moving pictures of her in her Hogwarts days. "You made lots of friends and whatnot."