Jenny blinked. Once. Twice. Then she looked up.
"…Is this a joke?"
No one answered. Her mom and dad exchanged a long look.
Lucas sighed and leaned back in his chair. Marcus just stared at his plate.
"Someone say something!" Jenny said, standing up. "Witchcraft? Hogwarts? What is this?"
Her dad rubbed his forehead. "Just.. sit down."
Jenny didn't. "No! What's going on?"
Her mom took a deep breath. "We were going to tell you when you were older. But yes, it's all real. Hogwarts is a school for young witches and wizards. And you… you're one of them."
Jenny's mouth fell open. "That's not real."
Lucas finally spoke quietly. "It's not a joke, Jen. Me and Marcus—we go to a different kind of camp, remember? It's not a camp. It's a school."
Jenny shook her head. "No way. Magic isn't real."
Her dad sighed.
"Magic is real," her father said
"And you've had it inside you all along."
For a long moment, Jenny didn't say anything. She just stared at the letter, her heart racing faster than ever.
Then she whispered, barely audible—
"…So I'm a witch?"
Her mom said "Yes You are."
Jenny sank into her chair, her mind spinning.
Her whole life — every weird thing, every secret — suddenly made sense.
But deep down, one question remained.
"Then why were you hiding it from me?"
Jenny's mom sighed, resting her hands on the table. "Jenny… there's something else you need to know."
Her dad nodded. "You know our family name — Raven. It's… not just any last name."
Jenny frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Lucas and Marcus exchanged a glance. Marcus looked uncomfortable.
Her father spoke again, carefully. "The Raven family has been one of the oldest pure-blood lines in the wizarding world. For generations, our ancestors worked with the Ministry, and some… darker people. Powerful people."
Jenny blinked. "Darker?"
Her mom nodded slowly. "Not everyone with our name made good choices. That's why some people still… look for us. They want things that belong to the Raven family — old magic, secrets we swore to protect."
Jenny's stomach tightened. "So people are looking for me? Why me?"
Her dad's voice softened. "Because you're special, Jenny. You're the first Raven girl in almost a hundred years. The only daughter born into this generation. That makes you—"
"—important," Lucas interrupted, frowning. "And vulnerable."
Jenny looked between them, her voice small. "So that's why you never told me. You were trying to keep me safe?"
Her mom nodded, eyes glassy. "We wanted you to have a normal childhood for as long as possible. Once Hogwarts finds you, others will too. People who remember the Raven name."
Jenny stared down at her letter, for a long time.