A Wizard to Begin With-Prologue

It was a dark spooky night. This day was Halloween, but everyone was tired and went home from trick-or-treating. But, as 57-year-old Rosie Clemets took out her last batch of cookies for the night, she felt a draft of cold air. All of her windows were closed in the kitchen, but there was a slight chance one could be open in the front room. So she went silently to the large window. It was closed, but something outside made her almost faint. There was a dark figure walking toward her house. It held a cardboard box. The thing put the box on the porch and then floated away, into the darkness.
Rosie was afraid to see what was in the box, but she finally got the courage to go and check. Why would the thing put a cardboard box on her front porch? It didn't do anything to her. So she might as well check. What if the thing had chosen her? To do something. Like, check what was in the box. It was her destiny!
She slowly opened the door, being cautious not to get attacked if something jumped out. She suddenly heard crying... and it was from the box! There was something in there, and it sounded definitely like a baby!
She carefully unfolded the pale pink sheets. Then she saw a little sleepy baby face. Wait, there was a note! She cleaned up everything and then went inside. The little baby was only wearing a diaper and was wrapped around with the thin blanket, which made the baby cold.
Rosie then remembered the note and ripped it open. It was pretty stationary with blue and yellow and pink and green and purple flowers on the border. It was in messy cursive print, but luckily, she once was a fourth grade teacher, and she was a whiz at figuring out "cursive codes" as she called it.
Rosie started reading it. It said:

You have been chosen to take care of and teach this young sorcerer. She must have her own dragon, spell books, and, of course, a wand. You must teach her before destruction strikes, or else no one will be saved. Thank you. --Z

Rosie couldn't think straight. This little baby that she was holding was a magical wizard. She knew nothing about wizards at all. She also felt too old to take care of a tiny helpless baby. She decided to call the local orphanage and got in her car. She remembered she had no car seat, so she just put her carefully back into the box and buckled her up tight. Rosie grabbed a warmer blanket for the baby. She was about to set the note with her, but decided that the girl should find out for herself and maybe get help from Rosie. She drove to the building where the orphanage was. She sighed and then carried the baby to the door.
When she noticed it was unlocked, she swung it open and peered inside. There was a colorful room full of frames with paintings, drawings, and other kinds of art. A young lady with tall blue high-heels walked to Rosie.
"Why are you here so late at night?" the lady asked. Rosie checked her watch. It was late, 11:57 PM.
"I am so sorry to bother you, but I found this little girl on my porch." She kept quiet about the magical part of the story to keep the baby's identity sealed.
"Oh. It is so sad when people just abandon poor little babies, don't you think?" the lady asked. "My name is Chelsea Hook. I'll take her. What is your name?" Chelsea opened a drawer and took out a pen and paper.
"Rosie Clemets. 2918 Anthem Avenue." Rosie said. Chelsea jotted those down.
"Thanks. We'll take good care of her." Chelsea waved good-bye. Rosie waved back. She went back to her car alone. She drove home and went to bed. She had had a long day.

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The next day, a young couple came to the orphanage. They ended up adopting the baby girl, naming her Paige. Rosie didn't know that Paige was even adopted, but she knew that someday she would come for Rosie's help.
Rosie couldn't think straight. This little baby that she was holding was a magical wizard. She knew nothing about wizards at all. She also felt too old to take care of a tiny helpless baby. She decided to call the local orphanage and got in her car. She remembered she had no car seat, so she just put her carefully back into the box and buckled her up tight. Rosie grabbed a warmer blanket for the baby. She was about to set the note with her, but decided that the girl should find out for herself and maybe get help from Rosie. She drove to the building where the orphanage was. She sighed and then carried the baby to the door.
When she noticed it was unlocked, she swung it open and peered inside. There was a colorful room full of frames with paintings, drawings, and other kinds of art. A young lady with tall blue high-heels walked to Rosie.
"Why are you here so late at night?" the lady asked. Rosie checked her watch. It was late, 11:57 PM.
"I am so sorry to bother you, but I found this little girl on my porch." She kept quiet about the magical part of the story to keep the baby's identity sealed.
"Oh. It is so sad when people just abandon poor little babies, don't you think?" the lady asked. "My name is Chelsea Hook. I'll take her. What is your name?" Chelsea opened a drawer and took out a pen and paper.
"Rosie Clemets. 2918 Anthem Avenue." Rosie said. Chelsea jotted those down.
"Thanks. We'll take good care of her." Chelsea waved good-bye. Rosie waved back. She went back to her car alone. She drove home and went to bed. She had had a long day.

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The next day, a young couple came to the orphanage. They ended up adopting the baby girl, naming her Paige. Rosie didn't know that Paige was even adopted, but she knew that someday she would come for Rosie's help.