After Kaliel read the letter, his hands were shaking with excitement, as if he had drunk an energy drink and eaten jelly beans. Finding out through such a system that he was a wizard was completely different from receiving the letter and knowing that he had actually been accepted into Hogwarts.
"Kaliel Stradivarius, WAKE UP NOW, OR I'LL COME THERE AND WAKE YOU UP WITH A BUCKET OF WATER!"
While Kaliel was still shaken, a scream echoed throughout the house. His father, Victor, was in the kitchen yelling for his son while making sandwiches for breakfast.
"I'm coming down!"
Kaliel shouted back, looking at the little owl that was still warming itself in the sun, waiting for something from the young wizard.
"Little one, are you going to stay here until you get a reply letter?"
The little owl chirped in agreement, looking like someone proud to perform her role as a magical delivery bird. Kaliel was a little lost; he didn't have an envelope for a letter in his room, and well, he had to send a letter back.
"Can you accompany me to the living room so I can send the letter accepting admission to the school?"
The little owl looked at Kaliel with an intelligence he never imagined possible for a bird and flew to his shoulder. When the owl made that short flight and landed, he sighed in exasperation, his whole body stiffened, and with steps as rusty as an old car abandoned in a junkyard, he left the room and went down the stairs, terrified of moving too abruptly and causing her to fall.
"FINALLY, I thought you had given up on the idea of coming with me to the garage."
Victor said as he heard Kaliel's footsteps on the stairs. He was almost finished pouring coffee into a cup, and the sandwiches were laid out on a plate on the table.
"Never, Dad. It would be easier for thunder and lightning to explode and turn all of London to dust than for me to miss the opportunity to finally meet Ruby."
Kaliel said as he finally arrived in the living room. Light permeated the room, bringing a warm feeling. There was a dark stone fireplace with traces of soot. The fireplace, which was on the center wall, had some snow globes on top of its mantel, as well as two brown leather armchairs on either side of the fireplace. In the room, there was also a three-seater sofa upholstered in moss green velvet, slightly worn at the edges, facing an old tube television that sat on top of a mahogany rack with two small doors and a few drawers.
He knew that in one of those drawers there were some envelopes with letters, and if he found the envelope, he could send the letter accepting the place at Hogwarts. Kaliel approached the rack and began rummaging through the drawers, looking for an envelope. There was not much subtlety in the way he searched; he forcefully opened all the drawers, throwing all the objects on the floor.
"What's all this noise?"
Victor enters, disturbed by the noise of doors slamming, holding a cup of coffee, and when he sees the situation, his son scattering everything inside the closet, the confusion only increases when he notices that there is a bird on Kaliel's shoulder.
"Liel, why is there a bird on your shoulder?"
Kaliel looked at his father, not knowing what to say, and with a slightly silly smile, he said:
"Well, the owl brought me a letter of acceptance to a school of magic and witchcraft."
Kaliel's father looked at him with a skeptical expression, approached him with a cup of coffee in his hands, and sat down on the sofa.
"Son, an owl brought you a letter of acceptance from a school? I think your fall affected you more than it seemed."
The young man stood up with the owl on his shoulder, brushed his clothes a little, trying to remove imaginary dust from them, reached into his pants pocket, and pulled out the letter he had received earlier. When Victor took the letter in his hands, his brow furrowed and he clenched his hands slightly.
"I don't know who sent that letter. However, I found the idea of someone training an owl to send letters amusing, so they will send a reply."
After delivering the letter, Kaliel returned to the rack, and it didn't take him long to find the envelope. With a piece of paper and a pen, he wrote a brief reply.
"Dear Madam Vice Principal, I accept the position at the school, but I will need a real demonstration of magic, and if possible, I would like to know where the hell I would get all this school supplies."