[ EU ] Its your 11th birthday . You hold your breath excitedly as you open your letter from Hogwarts . Just one problem , yours ' is a letter of rejection .

T'was my birthday one and ten, 
 The turning of my year; 
 I paced the room with bated breath 
 The mail was surely near. 
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 Just right then an envelope 
 Was thrust below my door, 
 I tore it wide in haste to see 
 Just what it had in store. 
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 On the letter it was writ, 
 In thin and flowing nib, 
 `` We'd love to have you in our school, 
 But sadly, you're a Squib.'' 
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 the time slowed down my world collapsed 
 my thoughts were robbed of speech 
 the world of magic, spells and wands 
 was now out of my reach. 
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 I hugged my cat, composed myself, 
 And started my reply, 
 `` Thank you ma'am,'' was what I wrote, 
 While trying not to cry, 
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 `` Though I am but a Squib I'm still 
 Worth more than only zilch. 
 When I grow up I'll write again, 
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 Yours truly, 
 Argus Filch.''
