What if...an American was sent to Hogwarts? And what if, that American was from the center of the country, lived on a mile-long street made of gravel and dirt, and had the amazing ability to get distracted by a single bit of fluff floating through the air? Oh yeah, let’s not forget the animal mimicry; that’s important.
Well that’s me. I was 11 years old, playing trumpet for the 6th grade band, and was diagnosed with ADHLASD(For those who don’t know, that’s Attention Deficit -- HEY LOOK A SQUIRREL! Disorder.).
Part 1. The Letter
I was walking home from the bus stop, trumpet case in hand, and stepped up to the