I woke up too early in the morning.
I checked the clock: 3 AM. Of course, since I slept at 7PM and skipped dinner. I sat up on my bed and scratched my hair. And then something caught my eye.
A letter with a seal on the floor.
Wait, what's that? Who could it be from? How did I not notice that from the first place?
I went closer and grabbed it.
The letter looks about the same as that letter the owl was carrying previously. No way that the owl sent a message for me, specifically. I mean, who else in my family would have a well trained owl to send a letter? The seal was made a stamp of some organization made of wax. I carefully pealed off the seal trying not to rip the letter apart. Although some of the paper was stuck on the wax.
There was a single letter. I opened it.
Dear Eli,
How are you doing? This is your father. I have missed you so much. It has been six years from since we last met. And I wanted to meet you in person.
Remember the stories I have told you, and those book I left for you? Those things are real. Every single last of them are real. From magic to wizards, they're real. If you do not believe me, then I want you to meet me at the King's Cross Station at Platfrom 3. On Thursday.
Please, I hope you come.
From your Father,
Jonathan Calvus
"Father..." I said quietly. I stared at the letter. How can this be? After six years he left us, he sent me a letter and told me to come to him.
I had little tears coming down my eyes. I'm happy that my Father is still alive and still remembered about me. I kept the letter close and waited until the coming day.