In the morning Meda was just eating breakfast when her Grandfather came down the stairs with an excited twinkle in his eyes. "What's got you so happy this morining Grandpa?" Meda asked buttering her toast. "I just got a letter from Minerva and we will be leaving for Hogwarts this afternoon." Dumbledore said happly. Meda smiled, she loved the school. She had heard of Harry Potter and how he survived Voldemort when he was a baby. When he came to Hogwarts he would be as famous as she was, if not more. "I can't wait grandpa." Meda said. Dumbledore nodded. "Grandpa I'm going to go get dressed." Meda added as she went upstairs to put on her robes.
Meda's room walls were painted purple, but her ceiling was bewitched to show the sky outside. Right now it was purple, blue, orange, yellow, and red to reflect the sunrise.
Meda walked up to her big wardrobe and pulled out some royal purple robes. When she put them on they reached the floor and dragged behind her, the sleaves reached her knees, and the robes had cresent moons on them. She put on some shoes, grabbed her egg anput it in her sleave and went back downstairs to find her grandpa in the sitting room reading the daily prophet.