Ron Weasley, a young red headed boy with bright blue eyes was far too excited to sleep, he had been too excited to sleep all week and in all honesty he was beginning to get really rather tired. However that didn't matter today as it was the day that he would be getting his Hogwarts letter. Maybe, Ron thought to himself that today, he might be getting his Hogwarts letter but that still didn't stop the excitement for building. He guessed that every child who knew about Hogwarts would be unable to sleep. Hogwarts was the oldest magical school in Britain and without a doubt the best, it only accepted those witches and wizards who had the most potential for excelling in the magical world, Merlin what was the time, surely he could go downstairs, Ron's mother Molly Weasley, who was a short plump women with a kind face and bright red hair, which could be one place Ron had inherited his own bright red hair, had told him that he wasn't allowed downstair till after 8 and that if she caught him down there any earlier she would make him wait a whole day before letting him open the letter.