Everything was so strange. The letter had come in the post. But I overheard others talking about owls. What is that all about? Before my dad died I sometimes heard my mom and dad talking in lowered voices about Uncle Ronzil and as soon as they knew I was interested they stopped and always when I asked "Who is Uncle Ronzil?" they would never say. But when the letter came mother said that it was time that I learned something about the topic and handed me a book and told me to read it. But the book had been written fifty years ago and what were trains and steam engines and platforms where you were allowed with unchecked baggage? Everything is so strange. Then I was told to sit on a stool and a middle aged lady was just about to put a raggedy old party hat on my head as I thought "I will just need to keep my eyes open and live by my wits until this straightens out" and the hat shouted,
Ravenclaw